No time to waste

Gabriel

“Gabriel, son!” Douglas exclaimed when he came to greet me.

Butler followed behind Scott, more loyal to him than his own shadow.

I ignored the offered hand and moved to take a seat - I wasn’t here for the pleasantries; we passed that stage eons ago. “Where are your wife and daughter?”

“Oh,” a glider of hope sparked his eye. “Arabella is here, and Molly should arrive at any moment.” A slight nod of his head was a sign enough for the butler to disappear, to call for the house mistress, I presumed. “What brings you here?”

His expectations reflected on his face, despite his best efforts to hide them.

And I?

I was never more grateful for being stuck in a traffic jam than today. Moving at a snail’s pace through the city allowed me to calm down and collect myself. No matter how tempting burning down everything in my way was, I should play it smart. Enjoying the sweet taste of violence was a luxury I could not afford - the aftertaste would not feel half as good as the one waiting for