“Is there a particular reason you are trying to tear open your stitches?” Gabriel asked calmly from the gym doorway. His body leaned against the door frame and his arms were folded over his chest. He looked the perfect image of calm and confident, and not that of an irritated doctor to a difficult patient.
Edward paused in his assault of the punching bag. The bag still swung on the attached chains from the last kick he had landed. He stepped away from the stuffed bag and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his face and neck.
“What are you doing here?” Edward asked with a touch of irritation at being interrupted.
“I followed the sound of rage and an abused punching bag.”
Edward scoffed and went to sit on one of the benches. Gabriel walked into the gym and made his way to the man, hand
