The hush that followed Gabriel’s outburst was deafening. The whole room froze. Warriors and Alphas staring at the broken table, the scattered drinks, the tension that hung so heavy in the air. It was suffocating. Gabriel stood frozen, fists sunk at his sides, golden eyes ablaze with rage, the burn of hot breath inflating and collapsing his heaving chest.Perched in front of him, Lucian remained, that infuriating smile on his face, the iceberg unaffected, as if he had just won a game he’d prayed was not what it was. He raised his drink — the only one still miraculously intact — and took a languorous sip, his arctic-blue eyes twinkling with mischief.“Well,” said Lucian, placing the glass carefully down, “that was dramatic.”Gabriel growled, stepping forward, but before he lunged, Michael stepped in, catching his arm and jerking him back. “That’s enough,” Michael said, his voice low and firm, although he himself looked uncomfortable. “You’ve made your point.”Gabriel’s nostrils flared.
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