Gabriel’s POV
This was a damned mess and I knew it very well.
I was alone, quietly pacing the length of my study and kicking myself mentally while doing so. How had I not even been able to foresee this happening?
I finally stopped pacing, yet I was tense and glaring at the window. The curtains were closed, and were the unwitting objects at which I aimed my glare at.
Were Eric Townsend here now…?
I cut that thought off before it could yield any fruit, growling in frustration.
With the Townsend family, one had to be careful. I still remembered like it was yesterday, how Derek Townsend, Eric Townsend’s late older brother, had served as my grandfather’s enforcer until his life was promptly cut off by humans.
The hunters, we called them.
If there was anyone else other than me who bore
