Chapter 131: Master of games (2)

Gabriel tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a faint smirk that didn't reach his eyes. His hands leaving the glass of wine.

"Ah, that," he said, his voice light but tired. "That is the part I don't remember."

Damian didn't move. He only watched him, quiet, eyes golden and unreadable.

Gabriel let the silence stretch, as if it could protect him from what was really being asked. He looked away again, fingers tapping once against the armrest of the chaise. "Isn't that convenient?" he added, almost to himself.

"It isn't like you to dodge," Damian murmured, barely moving.

"I'm not dodging," Gabriel replied, still not meeting his gaze. "I'm just choosing which version of the truth you deserve to hear."

That earned a reaction. Damian's hand curled slightly into a fist, despite the fact that it was still resting on the card box.