But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.

Gabriel.This has to be his fault, somehow. I’m going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.

I’ll never tell.” Somehow, I don’t think she’d agree to be my love slave anyway.”—Luc Cain (p. 148)