Gavriel's heart was still slamming against his ribs when the answer walked through him.
River hadn't been looking at him.
She had been looking at the doorway behind him, where Vesper now stood, and the scream that had torn from her throat was the scream of a woman mid-orgasm watching the woman who had destroyed her wedding walk into her bathing chamber on her wedding night.
Vesper passed through Gavriel's body the way a hand passes through steam, her form displacing nothing, her presence registering as a cold pulse that walked through his back and out of his chest.
Red dress. Dark hair. The specific posture of a woman who had located the room she was looking for and intended to make it everyone's problem.
