Inside the carriage, silence lingered like a fog. Gabriel sat stiffly across from Daemon, occasionally glancing at him, eyes filled with unease. Daemon, as usual, stared out the window, unreadable.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Daemon finally asked, not turning his head.
Gabriel hesitated, then said, "It's just... your decisions are hard to read. Inviting Zaria to the theater? Really? That's not something I ever expected."
Daemon smirked. "You're still hung up on that?"
"Of course I am!" Gabriel snapped. "Brother, this isn't a game. I agreed because it's rare for us to spend time together like this, but bringing someone like Zaria—someone who can literally smite you where you sit—is beyond reckless."
Daemon shifted, finally facing him. "Relax. She won't do anything. She's a pure being, right? Killing me would stain her wings."
