The elevator doors seal shut like a coffin, taking Scarlett's concerned face with them. I'm left standing in the restaurant's suddenly oppressive atmosphere, facing Gabriel Donovan's predatory smile.
My chest burns with familiar rage. Not just at Gabriel, but at myself. I just sent away the one person who stood up for me. The one person who saw something worth defending.
"That was touching," Gabriel says, sliding into Scarlett's abandoned chair without invitation. "Such noble self-sacrifice."
I return to my seat, keeping my expression neutral. Chloe and Mia watch like vultures waiting for roadkill.
"What do you want, Gabriel?"
His laugh is cold. "Straight to business. I like that. What I want is simple—an apology."
"For what?"
"For harassing my family." His voice drops, becoming more dangerous. "For pursuing my aunt Olivia with your pathetic attempts at seduction."
The accusation hits like ice water. "I never—"
