Chapter Seventy-Eight
Sam’s eyes snapped over to Owen, “Oh no you don’t.” He warned, “You can wait until we figure things out.”
Owen rolled his golden eyes at the devil and let his arms fall from around her. She looked up at him.
“You’re still all fangy,” Abby said, holding up her hands like claws and baring her teeth.
Owen smiled, closed his eyes. He willed himself to relax back into his human features. “Better?” He asked as he opened his eyes a smirk playing across his lips.
“Much, though you're hot still the other way, too.” Abby smiled at him before moving to Drake’s desk. She watched both Drake and Sam as they heatedly argued with each other. A thought came to her and she spoke up, interrupting them.
“I don’t know what Gabriel would do about his favorite being killed and not eve
