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The hand gripping Aila's wrist tightened to the point she knew there would be a bruise. Turning her head, she was faced with Gabriel, looking at her murderously. She felt the bones in her wrist begin to shake, then, within seconds, she was pulled out of her seat and lifted in the air. Everything was a blur until she was settled back down again.
Aila felt disorientated as the back of her head bumped into something cool and solid, but after blinking profusely, her eyes finally focused. She was pressed against the far window across from the bar. Her arms were held against the chilled surface, with Gabriel glaring at her, his fangs on show. He looked deadly, with the flecks of red in his eyes slightly glowing as they looked at her throat longingly.
"Gabriel!"
