Hearing noises like tortured sounds outside, Angela pushed herself out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. She strolled the short hallway and halted, her eyes widening when she saw what was happening by the fireplace.
Everyone was back in the living room, taking their places as they watched Gael and Evan. She sucked in a breath. And then Gael's gaze lazily lifted in her direction. His eyes looked different—as if they weren't the same eyes that looked at her tenderly. He looked lost, disconnected, unapologetic as he pierced the fire poker into Evan's pants. It was as if he wasn't seeing her. He merely glanced at her and didn't acknowledge her presence before he glared down at the man beneath him again.
Angela felt a sudden fear that she didn't recognize Gael like this.
