Chapter Ten
I slipped on the discarded sheath and squirmed as Gabriel stitched up my skin. Zane stood off to the side. His gaze was a narrow slit of irritation, but his lips twitched in amusement as he watched the man who had sired me reknit the skin on my chest, which had been torn due to my haste to jump his bones.
As my father’s light connected with mine, it brought a different heat than Zane’s. Gabriel’s light was familiar, but it ran a bit cold. I studied the details of my sire’s face. Had he ever looked on me warmly? I couldn’t recall a single instance.
Once Gabriel was done, he backed away. He tilted his head, signaling for me to precede him out the door. Zane brought up the rear.
“Eden only asked for her,” said Gabriel.
“Where she goes, I follow,” said Zane.
“Yes,” said Gabri
