Sapphire blue eyes sat high in his face, framed by long lashes. He sat at an angle, his broad shoulders crooked, one leg bent beneath a massive hand, the other stretched; foot tapping to an unknown rhythm. Dionysus has no tolerance for thievery.” Gabriel shivered and wrung his small hands. For one as small as he, Gabriel’s voice was astoundingly deep. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to serve as a steward, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the king as a bed-mate soon after. The look wasn’t unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. That illusion was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming decrease in the crown’s purse, stretching over a long span of time. “I suppose that’s good. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them. He carefully filled two goblets with the cold liquid and made his way back to his bedmate.
