“Yeah. But I wanted a word with you alone about Tory,” Gabriel said, rolling his shoulders back as he straightened up. “Oh?” “Just don’t fuck this up,” he warned, fixing me with a death glare. “Because I see a series of scenarios playing out for the two of you and in at least half of them you act like a fucking ass. If you break her heart a second time, she’ll never give you the chance to claim it again. Do you hear me?”
