CHAPTER 69
GABRIEL
Lilya is a toy, my personal play thing, it is stupid anytime I come over she thinks otherwise.
She practically leaped into my arms, clinging to me like I was some long-lost lover. "Gabriel! I've missed you. It feels like forever since I last saw you."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Maybe if you were more useful, you'd see me more often," I retorted, prying her off me with the same ease one might use to detach a particularly clingy piece of lint.
Her face fell, the corners of her mouth drooping in a pitiful frown. "I have to be careful. Erin is getting suspicious of me," she whined, as if that was some sort of valid excuse for her incompetence.
I felt a flare of anger at her words. "You had one job, Lilya. One. And you still manage to be a fool at it. No good
