Catherine's POV
The moment Gabriel turned, Lucy and Sasha's grip tightened. He took two steps forward and turned back again. At once, they loosened their grip, wearing those fake, friendly smiles like masks glued to their faces.
My heart pounded so loudly I thought everyone could hear it. I needed to get out. Suddenly, an idea from my brain came out as a whisper… trying to save me.
"Gabriel," I called while trying to steady my voice. "About the… the bulb in my room."
He blinked. "The bulb?"
"Yeah." I nodded quickly, praying he caught on. "The one I told you about? It started sparking again and—" my voice cracked "—I need your help."
For a second, he just stared.
Please understand. Please, please, please.
In that moment, his eyes softened with realization.
"Oh," he slowly let out. "That bulb. Yeah. Right." He stepped forward into the kitchen. "Come and show me."
Relief washed through me so fast that my knees nearly gave out, but, of course, the devils reacted.
