“What?”
“It used to be you’d say you alone would see us. Now you’re including Gabriel.”
“Pardon me, Mrs. Poynter, but would you mind calling me Gabe?”
“All right. Gabe. May I ask why?”
“Only Noah calls me Gabriel.”
“In that case…I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Gabe. Good night, Morwen. Thank you for taking care of my baby.”
“Ma, please?”
She ruffled his hair. “I like your hair much better like this,” she said, and then left.
“So do I.”
“Huh?”
But Gabriel suddenly looked boneless.
“Okay, fine,” Noah muttered, letting it go as he took an extremely lethargic vampyre down into the root cellar. “Tomorrow, after we talk to my parents, I’m taking you home, and you’re moving in with me.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Gabriel’s smile was drowsy, and he kissed Noah’s cheek. It was a good thing Noah was holding onto him, because Gabriel was out like a light and would have smashed his chin on the hard dirt floor of the cellar.