GABRIELLE’S POV
The sun slipped through the curtains when I woke up. My body ached from all the tension of yesterday.
After we got back from the cemetery, I spent the rest of the day crying in my room. It was a constant habit, especially with all my free time.
I pushed the sheets away and sat up, trying to shake off the thoughts of Damon’s stone-cold expression at the grave.
After showering, I went downstairs for coffee. The house was quiet except for faint music echoing from the back.
I followed the sound through the hallway until I reached a glass door that led to what looked like a gym.
Damon was there.
Sweat rolled down his bare chest as he lifted a set of weights like they were nothing. His muscles flexed under the light and his face was calm and focused.
I froze by the do
