Gabriel sighed, but let Daniel bundle him up in his mate’s bed.
Even his wings drooped with bone-deep weariness, battle taking a hard toll on every piece. Gabriel’s Grace ached as much as his body. Nothing would help more than his mate’s attention, but Daniel had a mutinous look to his posture. Gabriel relaxed further into the firm bed. Sleep would put him to rights eventually.
Daniel had bundled him up in one of the warmest blankets in the house, all the way up to Gabriel’s nose, in an effort to chase off the chill. That’s what he gets for going out in bitter mid-February without a coat for over an hour.
Since Daniel had dragged him back in the house, he hadn’t said a word, not so much as a reprimand. It bothered Gabriel. More than he liked.
“Daniel,” he started tentatively.
At first
