Gabriel
“Can I play with your gun?” Odette asks Klaus. The gruff man with a serious case of resting b***h face is surprisingly good with kids. He shakes his head with a small smile but offers her his Interpol badge to play with instead.
Anders enters with a tray of coffees. He looks refreshed and chipper, having swapped out his Kevlar vest for an obnoxiously bright yellow Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. He looks like he should be lounging on a beach somewhere, not waiting with us in Raquel’s hospital room.
She lies perfectly still in bed, strapped to various machines and monitors. The fifteen-minute ambulance ride here was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I was over the moon when the doctors told me her injury wasn’t serious. Favreaux didn’t cut through anything
