Casaio tipped the bottle, filling their glasses with dark red wine, but Gabriel lifted a hand to stop him.
"Not for me," he said firmly.
Dominick arched a brow. "Why?"
Before Gabriel could answer, Casaio smirked knowingly. "Because his wife is pregnant, Nick."
"Ah," Dominick leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. "That explains why you've suddenly abandoned so many of your vices." He took a slow sip before Gabriel's grave tone cut through the light mood.
"Who's leading the Beta hunters?" Gabriel asked, not bothering with pleasantries. His eyes locked on Casaio's.
"I don't know," Casaio admitted. "The man I captured wasn't high enough in their ranks to have that knowledge. But he did know the bases they operate from. I've been waiting for you, so we could strike together. Except for Dominick."
