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see you again, if my father sends you here again, I’ll kill you. I doubt he’ll even be surprised. I’m supposed to be breaking down, remember? Maybe I’m out of my mind.”
Claudius didn’t make a sound while Gabriel walked away from him. He had a task to accomplish. Michael had sent him on a mission he had no intention of failing. Certainly even he could manage to buy alcohol without fucking it up too badly.
* * * *
Twenty-nine years after the destruction
Gabriel’s hands shook while he lit his cigarette. Dirty habit. If he didn’t watch out, he’d end up smelling as disgusting as the humans in the shop he’d just left. Still, it gave him something to do while he waited. It wasn’t like he could talk to his wolf.
The man approached him from the side, just as he suspected he would. Gabe didn’t know him, which meant Kendrick had managed to expand his network of people over the last few years. This didn’t shock him in the least. Kendrick had always been horribly charismatic.
Once upon a time, he’d also been thrilled to live by the man’s directions.
“Do you have Tristan back?”
Gabe’s head shot up. Standing at roughly five foot five inches, Kendrick’s henchman stared up at him with venom radiating from his gaze. He smelled like peppermint and spoke with a British accent. Wow. Kendrick had gone international in his plotting.
“I was under the impression that you had him.”
Tristan had been missing for weeks. Rex had missed an appointment with him. By the time his youngest brother had gotten there, scents of Kendrick’s men had been everywhere. No one had heard anything since.
“We lost him.”
Gabriel tried to digest that piece of news. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried counting to ten. But he couldn’t help himself. He launched himself on the man, slamming him down on the ground.
“If my brother comes to any harm, and I mean so much as a hair out of place, you’ll all live to regret it.”
“Now, now.” The infuriating man had the gall to laugh. “We have your mate. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Kendrick won’t hurt Carrie.” Saying her name made the muscles in his neck strain. He never said it, thought it, or dreamed about it anymore. He couldn’t let himself. “Because then he gets nothing from me. But you make sure this is understood. Tristan gets hurt and I’ll bust through my father’s doors like hellfire and I’ll watch him burn to the ground. I imagine after almost thirty years with the man Carrie would understand.”
He got off Kendrick’s henchman. “Now get out of here before I put you in the Atlantic with your throat ripped out. I’ve always wondered if sharks eat their own.”
Gabriel stormed off toward the boat that would take him back to Westervelt. He hated his monthly visits to the mainland. Even the ones when Kendrick’s people didn’t show up made him want to toss his own distorted soul into the waiting waters.
He closed his eyes and looked for her , knowing he couldn’t even think her actual name. Twice in one day would destroy him, cause his internal organs to start liquefying or something equally horrible. Searching for Carrie caused him pain.
But at that moment he couldn’t stop himself. Her soul—filled with colors he hadn’t known existed until she gave them to him—had faded. He took two steps until he could lean against the wall of one of the warehouses that lined the street. What did that mean? He ran his hands through his hair. Did this indicate she’d approached death? No. He’d know if that were the case. If Carrie endured physical pain, he’d feel it.
No; her soul fading had to do with him and her soul not wanting to be mated to him anymore.
He ran for the boat.
Tristan had gone missing and Carrie’s soul had faded from his. Why had he ever thought he could do anything to help? Maybe it all would have been better if he’d died the same day the other mates had perished. Killed himself and
Claudius didn’t make a sound while Gabriel walked away from him. He had a task to accomplish. Michael had sent him on a mission he had no intention of failing. Certainly even he could manage to buy alcohol without fucking it up too badly.
* * * *
Twenty-nine years after the destruction
Gabriel’s hands shook while he lit his cigarette. Dirty habit. If he didn’t watch out, he’d end up smelling as disgusting as the humans in the shop he’d just left. Still, it gave him something to do while he waited. It wasn’t like he could talk to his wolf.
The man approached him from the side, just as he suspected he would. Gabe didn’t know him, which meant Kendrick had managed to expand his network of people over the last few years. This didn’t shock him in the least. Kendrick had always been horribly charismatic.
Once upon a time, he’d also been thrilled to live by the man’s directions.
“Do you have Tristan back?”
Gabe’s head shot up. Standing at roughly five foot five inches, Kendrick’s henchman stared up at him with venom radiating from his gaze. He smelled like peppermint and spoke with a British accent. Wow. Kendrick had gone international in his plotting.
“I was under the impression that you had him.”
Tristan had been missing for weeks. Rex had missed an appointment with him. By the time his youngest brother had gotten there, scents of Kendrick’s men had been everywhere. No one had heard anything since.
“We lost him.”
Gabriel tried to digest that piece of news. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried counting to ten. But he couldn’t help himself. He launched himself on the man, slamming him down on the ground.
“If my brother comes to any harm, and I mean so much as a hair out of place, you’ll all live to regret it.”
“Now, now.” The infuriating man had the gall to laugh. “We have your mate. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Kendrick won’t hurt Carrie.” Saying her name made the muscles in his neck strain. He never said it, thought it, or dreamed about it anymore. He couldn’t let himself. “Because then he gets nothing from me. But you make sure this is understood. Tristan gets hurt and I’ll bust through my father’s doors like hellfire and I’ll watch him burn to the ground. I imagine after almost thirty years with the man Carrie would understand.”
He got off Kendrick’s henchman. “Now get out of here before I put you in the Atlantic with your throat ripped out. I’ve always wondered if sharks eat their own.”
Gabriel stormed off toward the boat that would take him back to Westervelt. He hated his monthly visits to the mainland. Even the ones when Kendrick’s people didn’t show up made him want to toss his own distorted soul into the waiting waters.
He closed his eyes and looked for her , knowing he couldn’t even think her actual name. Twice in one day would destroy him, cause his internal organs to start liquefying or something equally horrible. Searching for Carrie caused him pain.
But at that moment he couldn’t stop himself. Her soul—filled with colors he hadn’t known existed until she gave them to him—had faded. He took two steps until he could lean against the wall of one of the warehouses that lined the street. What did that mean? He ran his hands through his hair. Did this indicate she’d approached death? No. He’d know if that were the case. If Carrie endured physical pain, he’d feel it.
No; her soul fading had to do with him and her soul not wanting to be mated to him anymore.
He ran for the boat.
Tristan had gone missing and Carrie’s soul had faded from his. Why had he ever thought he could do anything to help? Maybe it all would have been better if he’d died the same day the other mates had perished. Killed himself and
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