"So." Gabriel started, pulling another blunt out of his pocket, "when was the last time you and Sinister talked?"
I shrugged, "at Afanas's funeral."
He hadn't been sleeping at our house, and I hadn't even heard from him.
I missed him, a lot. I still needed him. I wanted his warmth to fix the numbness that had flooded my heart. But something told me that he was more numb than I was.
"It's probably a good thing you haven't seen him, he was in Spain the other day, overseeing a drug shipment, and he got so pissed at one of the workers, that he shot him in the foot. It was funny, but slightly awful." Sebastian chuckled, taking the blunt out of Gabriel's hands to take a hit.
I frowned, "Spain? He was in Spain?"
They paused, looking guiltily at each other.
Sebastian nodded slowly, "I thoug
