And then he pulled it open. “Gabriel.” He looked past him. “Where’s your black swan?”
Gabriel shrugged. “It didn’t work out, Noah. She wanted the excitement of playing a James Bond girl. I did that for almost two hundred years, and I’m not doing it anymore. Not for anyone.”
“Of course not.”
“She thought she’d get to wear beautiful gowns and ride in fancy cars, seduce foreign dignitaries—”
She was willing to sleep with someone not Gabriel? Noah ground his teeth. Well, she was a big mistake. Noah took Gabriel’s arm. “Come on in. I’ll get you a drink.”
“Thank you, Noah. You’re a good friend. I wish…”
Yeah, Noah wished it, too, but there was no sense in that. He led Gabriel to the booth he thought of as theirs. “Just give me a minute, okay?” He managed to find a goblet that was clean.
“Sure.” Gabriel looked exhausted. Could vampyres look so wiped out? Should they? Gabriel folded his arms on the table and laid his head down on them.