The clearing was seriously quiet after Darian and his wolves disappeared into the shadows. The serious confrontation had ended without bloodshed, but Aveline knew this was only the beginning. She turned to Gabriel, her chest was filled with different emotions. His earlier confession had a serious toll on her feelings like a storm cloud, dark and suffocating.
"You should've told me," she said with a whisper of her voice.
Gabriel didn't reply immediately. His shoulders dropped, and he looked down at the ground, his face filled with guilt and regret.
"I didn't know how," he said finally, his voice rough. "I thought I was protecting you. I thought I was doing what was right."
Aveline held her fists, her nails getting into her palms as she fought the tears trying to roll down from her eyes. "You thought wrong. You let me think you were dead, Gabriel. You made me grieve you. And for what? To play spy for the enemy?"