Damn.
Damn, damn, and dammit even more.
Gabriel stalked into the little cabin he shared with Morwen, flung aside the rag rug, threw open the trap door, and stomped down the stairs into the root cellar. There was plenty of time before sunrise, but he had too many things he needed to accomplish before he set out. He’d have to travel all the way to New England, a long, tiring journey in his current state. And it was cold there. He remembered the winters with the Continental Army. Still, his black swan would need protecting, and that was exactly what he planned to do.
He’d slipped into the Golden Circle, unseen by anyone. It was an exhausting task, especially since he hadn’t sipped from a black swan in such a long time, but he’d managed it.
Gamble Poynter was tending bar, and while his voi
