Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-Seven
Mateo’s POV
The air inside Gabriel’s private luxury penthouse was warm, peaceful, and completely quiet. Outside the massive glass windows, the heavy, dark gray Manchester rain was still pouring down violently, splashing against the glass in a steady rhythm, but the cold storm could no longer reach us. The heavy wooden front door was locked tight, shutting out the cruel, venomous words of Victoria Laurent and the entire judgmental high-society world she crawled in.
I stood in the center of the spacious, modern kitchen, holding a warm mug of chamomile tea between my hands. My clothes had been completely changed. I was now wearing one of Gabriel’s massive, oversized gray hoodies that hung loosely down to my thighs, the soft fabric smelling deeply of hi
