**Gabe’s POV**
The last few days had gone by like a blur. A beautiful blur in which I sometimes opened my eyes to stare at Evelina sleeping peacefully next to me just so I could reassure myself this was real and not an exquisite, perfect dream.
We’d done nothing but lose ourselves in each other, my hands learning her body and hers learning mine. A smile tugged at my lips when I felt her hands tracing the outline of my tattoo on my left bicep. She laid next to me, naked and glorious after s*x.
“Why are the angels tattooed on both arms blindfolded?” Evelina asked, tracing the outline with her delicate fingers.
“Because justice is blind,” I replied bluntly.
Her body shifted closer to mine, and one bare leg wrapped around my own leg.
“But the goddess of justice usually has a scale in one
