Gabriel's sleep broke abruptly after he heard the phone's buzzing sound. He sat up and checked his phone. "I'll be back soon," he whispered to Amelie, who was curled inside the duvet like a baby.
Gabriel walked out of the room and went downstairs while dialing a number.
"Prince Gabriel should come here. Amelie's parents are ambushed," a voice informed him through the other side.
"Where are you, Shaw?" Gabriel questioned. "Send me the location. I'll be there," he asserted and hang up the call.
"You seem to work even late nights these days," Casaio's voice reached his ears as he appeared from the shadows, holding a bottle of alcohol in his hand. His eyes were slightly red, showing how much he had drink.
"I don't have time to talk to you. I have to leave immediately," Gabriel pronounced.
"Where?" Casaio asked in a casual tone, bringing the alcohol bottle to his mouth. He drank directly from it while his gaze remained fixed on his younger brother.
