Gabriel
The woman who supposedly hates me more than anything in this world saved my life tonight. I know that I was shot close to my heart courtesy of that cunt, Xenia, but Katherine even removed those as well as the splinters.
She tended to me when she could have let me die and escape, she cleaned my wounds when the door was open for her to leave.
Why doesn’t it bother me as much as I thought it would? Even the way she looks at me is different, and I am not sure if I like it. Maybe I should push her a bit tonight and see how far I can get before she snaps.
But those thoughts curdle in my throat as I think them… I can’t exactly repay her kindness with cruelty, can I?
I look down at my chest where I was shot, and even though the wounds have closed up, I can still feel where the bulle
