GABRIEL
The first thing I felt was the weight of the fork in my hand.
It took me a moment to understand what that meant. The weight. The pressure of metal against skin that belonged to me. The slight tremor in fingers I could actually feel.
I blinked, and the world sharpened around me in a way it had not done in what felt like forever, with all that had happened. I was in the dining room. The morning light streaming through the windows I recognized but had only now seen through a film of distance and horror. Morrigan was sitting across from me, her teacup raised halfway to her lips. Fia was beside her, one hand resting protectively over her stomach.
They were talking.
I could hear them clearly now. None of it came out muffled and filtered through the prison Aldric had shoved me into when he crawled inside my skull and made my body his.
This was real.
This was mine.
I had control.
