It wasn't exactly hidden. He'd left it in a jewelry box in the bedroom he'd shared with past-Death. He needed to get home. Soon. Before it was too late.
"Gabriel, can I talk to you?"
His pulse quickened. His mate didn't know he knew about the human yet, but he didn't think he could pretend everything was okay.
"I've gotta do a mind check," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Is it quick?"
He faced her.
His mate had been crying. She nodded and swallowed then motioned him away from the lake, towards the trees. Uncertain he could handle more bad news, Gabriel trailed. Thankfully, Deidre was too upset to notice his tension. He watched her pace, wondering how she could do what she'd done.
"You want the truth," she said and drew a deep breath. "I owe you that, Gabriel. Even if you reject me or hate me or …" She cleared her throat.
He didn't expect her to confess. Gabriel crossed his arms, surprised.
"I swear to you, Gabriel, I never meant to hurt anyone. All I wanted was a chance with you." She rushed on. "But I can't … it's killing me not to tell you." For a moment, she appeared to be lost to her emotions.
"What is this about?" he made himself ask.
She shook her head and focused on him.
"I lied to you about the deal with Darkyn," she whispered.