January had come to an end, and now it was the first week in February, and Gabriel still hadn’t arrived. Noah knew he had to have gone to the Braddockville Cemetery, but still there was no knock on the tavern door after hours.
Time drifted by, and a hollow feeling curled in Noah’s stomach. Had Gabriel decided the effort of being friends with a normal was just too much? Was he not coming at all? Or ever again?
When the knock finally came, it was tentative. Noah rushed to the door and yanked it open.
“Gabriel!” Oh thank God! He cleared his throat, determined to act cool. “I’m so pleased to see you again.”
Gabriel raised his head, and the hell with acting cool. Noah wanted to cry out. He’d never seen the vampyre so sad, so tired.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve come to say good-bye, Noah. I don’t
