The warmth coming from the fire pit the guys had improvised in the space between the house and the barn created a strong contrast to the biting cold in the breeze that made Gabriel’s skin prickle and shudder.
It was still only eight at night, but the sun was long gone and the moon was high up in the sky, bathing everything in ghostly light except for where the hues of red and orange from the flames touched.
Gabriel turned on his heels and walked back toward his seat. Not that he planned to sit down. He was too agitated to do that right now. After trying to keep a lid on his anger for hours for the sake of the boys and Jocelyn, now he was ready to blow. Unfortunately, he had no target for it. Not yet, at least.
Everyone was seated around the fire, except for Jocelyn and the boys. Liam an
