DAMON’S POV
I locked the door behind us. “You think she believes that?”
Fiorella was sitting on the bed. “Oh, honey, she did. You think that was the right thing to do?”
I walked into my closet and came out with a black box. “It’s not about right or wrong. It’s about keeping her away from all this mess.”
She tilted her head. “By making her hate you?”
I opened the compartment attached to the box, revealing the small silver key inside. “Better she hates me than ends up like the others or worse, like me.”
Fiorella smiled faintly. “You always say that, but you never let go, Damon. Not really.”
I looked toward the closed door where Gabrielle had stood minutes ago, her voice still echoing in my head. Not until you explain who she is.
I wished I could.
Fiorella took the key from me, opene
