Chapter 47 Instrument Of Pleasure

Gabriel's POV

The sun was stabbing through the curtains like a serrated knife. I blinked, and the room did a slow, sickening roll. My phone buzzed on the nightstand......8:00 AM.

8:00 AM.

"Fuck," I croaked. The word felt like sandpaper in my throat. I tried to sit up, but the world turned into st...

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