"Flora envies Amelie — that much I'm sure of," Gabriel said, his voice laced with bitterness. "But it doesn't matter anymore. For what she's done, she'll suffer the worst punishment imaginable."
"She should," Skye agreed firmly. "Did you arrange for Jodie's arrest as well?"
"Not yet," Gabriel replied, his frown deepening. "I move based on evidence, not emotions. Once Flora is brought here, I'll deal with Jodie too. Right now, Amelie is all that matters."
His hand moved tenderly to Amelie's forehead, his fingers brushing lightly across her skin, offering comfort only he could give.
Skye watched him for a moment, then nodded.
"I'll take my leave. Amelie is stable," she said softly, before turning and quietly exiting the room, leaving Gabriel alone with his unconscious mate.
