*~Lucien's POV~*
The image of Gabrielle holding onto my brother's hand, his fingers brushing her lips made my head spin.
I threw the gown onto the bed and stormed out. I didn't want to look at her again. My chest was tightening, anger and confusion clawing inside me.
I followed Damien down the hallway and stopped him.
"What games are you playing, Damien?" I said sharply.
He halted, then turned to me with that lazy smirk I've always hated.
"It's been a long time since you called me by my name, brother."
"What games are you playing?" I repeated, my voice rising.
"Aye, aye," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "What games? I'm not playing any games, brother."
"You're getting married, for God's sake! You've found your mate! What problem do you still have with mine? Why are you always interested in the things I love? First, it was Azazel. Now, Gabrielle!" I shouted.
For a brief moment, something flashed in his eyes..something raw…before he composed himself again.
