Gabriel’s POV

We were sitting in the kitchen, chatting with Annie while she made dinner.

Nick was frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked and took a sip of my beer.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “My feelings are a mess.”

“It is probably because of everything that is happening with Victor,” Annie said and turned to look at him.

“I guess,” Nick said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Do you need help?” I asked Annie.

“No,” she smiled and turned back to continue making dinner.

Suddenly, Nick bolted out of his chair and his eyes went black.

“Nick?” I called him quietly.

“Aria,” he growled and started running...