*~Gabrielle's POV~*
I stepped outside, the fresh air hitting me. Tears threatened to fall, but I forced myself to stay strong, my breath coming shallow. I exhaled slowly, only to realize someone was watching me. The presence felt real, grounding and then I noticed it was Damien. He walked over and stopped beside me.
"What are you doing awake? Where's Lucien?" He immediately filled me with questions.
"He's inside, in his room," I said. "I just came out for fresh air. And… I'm very sorry on his behalf, in case that stubborn wreck hasn't apologized yet. I'm really, really sorry. He shouldn't have shouted at you."
"You don't have to be sorry," I said quietly. "I cut him off. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made that mistake. That artifact was important, and you all managed to get it without me. And as the White Wolf, all I did was break it again—taking you back to square one. It's my fault." I said facing down. Dissapointment eating me up.
