Irina bowed with practiced grace, though her fingers trembled just slightly at her sides. She didn't look back as she turned and walked briskly out of the study, the door clicking shut behind her with the faintest relief.
Silence returned to the room.
Gabriel reclined even further in his seat, legs stretched out and one arm draped across the back of Damian's chair, as if he owned it, which, frankly, he might as well have.
"That went well," he murmured.
Damian stared at him.
Gabriel tilted his head. "You're thinking about the collar, aren't you?"
"You wore that shirt," Damian said, voice flat, as he leaned against the edge of the desk.
Gabriel gave a smug little shrug. "I was in your study. It felt right."
Damian narrowed his eyes. "You left marks on display."
Gabriel didn't flinch. "You left them on display. I was dressed comfortably for the day, minding my reports—until Edward brought the girl earlier than scheduled."
