After dressing her in a soft robe and pulling on his own pajama pants, Gavriel walked back to the bed with her tucked securely in his arms.
He laid her down gently, tucking her safely beneath the heavy blanket.
He was about to pull away when her brows furrowed unconsciously, her hand reaching out to hold his arm as if her body were actively protesting the loss of his heat.
His gaze traced her delicate features, and he found himself raising his hand to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers.
He was so incredibly gentle that if anyone from The Bone were present to compare the Gavriel of the underworld to the man sitting here now, they would never believe they were looking at the same person.
Even he didn't notice the way his gaze softened, looking down at her as if she were a rare treasure he had just discovered in his long, dark existence.
Gavriel could hardly believe he had gone this far with her.
