Chapter 45

"Gael, stop it," I snapped, my patience already stretched thin.

I was pissed—at everything. At Coralie, at Vespera, at myself for not seeing things sooner. And now Gael was here, being his usual self, thinking he could smooth things over with that cocky smirk of his.

"I want to see Darius, not you, you do not concern me," I said, stepping past him.

Gael let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, miss bori