HAYESI stopped at the high iron railing, resting my palms against the cold metal as I leaned over to look down into the quiet, sunlit hall below.My heart stopped beating in my chest.Standing by the far arched window, bathed in the pale morning light, was Gabriel. He was standing directly in front of my wife, his tall frame blocking the doorway, his body pressed dangerously, intimately close to hers.Ciara wasn't drawing the iron dagger from her belt. She wasn't screaming for the guards stationed in the lower hall. She was standing perfectly still against the stone window frame, holding our newborn daughter close against her chest, her body framed by the morning light.From where I stood on the high balcony, looking down through the shadows of the upper archway, I watched Gabriel's hand reach up to her head. His long fingers moved slowly, tenderly through her dark hair, tucking a loose lock behind her ear. His thumb lingered on her pale skin, stroking her temple while he leaned his
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