Chapter 85

"I'm outside your apartment," Gabriel said.

"I'm not home," I replied, rolling my eyes and glancing back at the door I was trying to figure out. My patience was already thin.

Gabriel hummed. "Your landlord said you've moved out. Care to explain that?"

My grip on the phone tightened. A lie was needed, quickly. "I had some renovations to do," I said smoothly. "You know how it is. The old place was falling apart."

There was a long pause on the other end. "Right," Gabriel finally said, his tone skeptical. "Is that all you wanted to say?"

"I wasn't the one who called you," I shot back. "Why are you bothering me again?"

"I want you to come with me to a dinner party tomorrow," he said, as if it were the most normal request in the world.

I froze. "What? No, Gabriel. We broke up. Get over it."

He chuckled, low and condescending. "You broke up. Not me."