Gabriel turned slowly.
"I was beginning to think you had forgotten about us," the voice continued.
Gabriel's gaze swept over the room and landed on the man hunched in the shadows—skeletal, bitter, eyes burning.
"I never forget my investments," Gabriel said smoothly, finding a seat across from the man.
"Investments," the man spat, leaning forward. "Is that what I am now?"
Gabriel tilted his head. "Don't be dramatic. How have you been?"
"How do you think?" The man's lip curled. "As well as I can be in this cursed human body."
"I hope you've been keeping your head down."
"I've done exactly what you said," the man replied. "Followed your rules to the letter. Not a single spell, not a whisper to anyone, not even when that fool Luciver walked right past me and had no idea it was me."
Gabriel nodded slowly, fingers steepled in thought.
"But you," the man hissed, "you haven't held up your end of the bargain."
