Amelie stepped back into the chamber. She found Gabriel at the center of the room, but he wasn't alone. Karmen sat across from him, discussing something in low voices. But seeing her and Noah, they both stopped.
Gabriel stood abruptly, his protective gaze sweeping over her. "Carlos is resting," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur as he bridged the distance between them. "Is Noah asleep?"
"Yes," Amelie whispered, her eyes drifting briefly to Karmen before returning to Gabriel's face. "Go on. Finish what you were saying." With a gentle nod, she slipped toward the bedroom to avoid disturbing the infant's slumber.
Gabriel settled back into his chair, the lines of exhaustion deepening on his face as he locked eyes with Karmen again. "A weapon that never rusts, never degrades... It's seems almost impossible to find," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "You should have pressed the person for more information on this. Where could something like that even exist?"
