Gabriel’s POV
I didn’t knock. I didn’t wait.
The second I stepped into the lounge, I found him exactly where Edward had directed me.
Ha sat there lounging like he owned the world, a cigar between his fingers, a glass of whiskey on the table beside him. He looked up when I entered, not in fear, not in surprise—just mild amusement.
“Well, well,” he mused, taking a slow drag from his cigar. “Took you long enou—”
I lunged.
The force of my punch knocked him off the chair, sending him sprawling. The cigar dropped, rolling onto the floor, the whiskey glass shattered against the table’s edge.
I was on him in seconds, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the ground. His head bounced against the marble with a dull thud, but even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, he h
