Jonah leered at him. He'd definitely grown a set since his eighteenth birthday.
Spader looked at Gamaliel, whose face was shrewd. Iuris and Cisor looked at him with approval.
Jonah saw anger in Gabriel's eyes when he fell silent. That unnerved him.
Please don't be in league with Inimicus, man, he thought. Please don't release all that bottled anger on Spader's dumb ass.
“Both of you make valid points,” said Jonathan, who shot Spader a stern look. “Gabriel, the integrated Deadfallen would not want their tranquility threatened, but, as Royal says, they have been acting with much more frequency. It leads me to believe that they are emboldened due to the figurehead that caused the first point of mayhem in the summer. Wyndam O'Shea.”
Jonah's eyes widened. That was so masterfully done that
