Chapter 150 Gavril

• Gavril
• There was real fear in her voice, and as much as I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t. Hell, I didn’t know what was coming myself, but it wasn’t going to be good. “Just get dressed and come downstairs.”
• Naomi opened her mouth to speak, but seeing the look on my face, she closed it. “Of course,” she answered, her expression resigned to whatever I was going to do with her. I tried not to think about what was going through her mind as I shrugged on my shirt, methodically buttoning it as quickly as I could. Why did it hurt so fucking much to think about walking her to the car and out of my life?