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)

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.