Catherine's POV
The drive back to the mansion was the loudest silence I had ever experienced. Gabriel's hands were clamped onto the steering wheel at ten and two, his knuckles so white. He didn't look at the mirrors, and he didn't look at me. He just stared at the road with a concentrated angry gaze. Every time he shifted gears, the movement was jagged and violent, making the car lurch forward.
"Gabriel?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Are you okay? Did I do something to upset you?"
He didn't blink. He didn't even acknowledge that I had spoken. His jaw was set so tight I could see the muscles in his neck straining.
I tried again five minutes later. "Gabe, talk to me. If this is about me wandering off, you don't have to worry. I wasn't alone. I was with Kiera's brother and he was very much protective of me."
