Luna gave a delicate shrug, settling herself into one of the armchairs. "I'm fine. Now is not the time to be a kitten, Morvakar. Tell me what I need to know."
His shoulders sagged in surrender, a man who had already lost the argument before it began. "You are not going to like it," he said.
******
Williams stood at the back gate. To any normal passerby, he was nothing but air—an empty patch of shadow beneath the skeletal winter trees. But the one he was waiting for could see him perfectly, but Williams still chose to press himself behind the thick trunk of a tree, just in case.
Gabriel's plan was unraveling. He could feel it, that creeping awareness that time was running out.
And sooner or later, Gabriel would be useless to him. A pawn past his prime, worn down from the endless chess match. Which was why, weeks ago, he had gone looking for something better.
Someone powerful. Even if they didn't know it yet.
