Gabriel scowled as he stared at the clear vial in his hand. He raised it up in the moonlight and examined the three golden strands of Grace’s hair he’d placed within it. He’d retrieved the strands when he’d been in her apartment.
He hadn’t wanted to resort to spellcraft, but now it seemed he would have to. It was the only way to keep her away from that human. Grace would never walk away from a possible true mate.
humanIt had been so clear, even to Gabriel. The silvery energy around Grace matched the golden light that swirled around the mortal man sitting with her. It was something he had only seen between true mates or possible true mates in the supernatural world.
A better man would have left Grace and her new mate alone, but Gabriel had never professed to be a good man. He had learned
