Chapter 41

I crept over to the door nearest me, pulling it open to reveal a closet. I flicked on the switch, unsurprised to see that Gabriel didn't own a surplus of outfits. All of his shirts and pants were plain and inexpensive. Unable to help myself I leaned towards the nearest shirt, taking a deep whiff and allowing his scent to invade my nostrils. Despite my conflicting feelings, his smell still had the ability to soothe me. And now I was smelling shirts in his closet. This was an entirely new level of awkwardness, and I knew I should probably go. I was about to turn and leave, reaching my hand out to turn the light off, when something caught my eye. It was a small black shoebox that was barely visible in a gap between his hanging shirts. Now a shoebox in a closet was unremarkable enough, but something made me hesitate. His shoes were on the far side of the closet. Why would a shoebox be here, and why was it hidden? Open it, my Wolf instructed curiously,