[ Gabriel ]
Gabriel stared back at Aila. Every time he looked at her, he thought of Amelia. The apple fell exceptionally far away from the tree. He found it hard not to look at her, but with her mate next to her glaring at him and looking like he wanted to rip his soul from his body, he kept his glances to a minimum. But he couldn't help it; he was drawn to her.
At least when he was in the compound, he could watch her without her noticing. No, he wasn't some weirdo. It was more out of fascination. He hadn't seen Amelia in nearly four hundred-ish years, and it seemed fate was throwing Aila into the cell next to him, just to dangle her in front of him. Someone to look at but not touch.
