She was close enough that he would be able to smell the delicate scent of jasmine from her perfume, and she laughed sheepishly, looking down at the ground for a moment before her gaze returned to him. "You really are handsome."
"You are," she said quietly, hesitating for a second before her hand rested on the side of his jaw. Her skin was soft against his stubble and she seemed tentative, looking up at him.
He would notice a glint of silver by her side, and as she pulled away, her expression fell, looking slightly resolute if not melancholy.
There was a knife in her hand and he would hear her sigh somewhat regretfully before she swiped at his chest.
He gasped, quickly raising his arm to block it. As the knife hit his arm, there would only be the sound of metal on metal as there a spark or two of orange.
She blinked in surprise, glancing down for a moment before backing away swiftly, pulling her gun out and aiming it at him warily.
He stepped back, looking hurt. He made a few more steps, his niw cautious gaze on her before darting away to the escape.
She sighed, smoothing back her hair when she was sure he was gone. "It wasn't your fault," she told herself, climbing the stairs of the library to return to the vent. "It wasn't your choice."
"This guy is bad news, Gabe," Leifson said, swiping on the projection. "Seriously. He's not to be messed around with. I know you can be a little reckless, but he requires a whole new level."
Gabriel frowned, crossing his arms. "I can handle him," he said roughly. "It'll just be a little longer than usual."
Leifson took a deep breath. "Look, Gabe," he said, flattening his palms out against the table. "You're going to hate me for this, but I called someone in."
He was quiet for a moment before anger crossed his face. "You called someone in? You know were supposed to only keep this between the members of the guild."
