*Estelle*

“What the hell is that?”

Gabe’s voice pulled me to consciousness. I could feel his arm around my waist as I blinked the sleep from my eyes. I looked over my shoulder at him.

“What?” I asked groggily. When he didn’t respond, I looked down at where his hand was resting on my side.

In the morning light, Gabe could see the bruise on my ribs. The rage that had stolen over his face was truly frightening to behold. ...