Embrace the Night

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"What did you do today?" Gabriel asked as she pushed her plate away.

"Do?" She was filled with a sudden sense of unease as she recalled going to the cottage with Maurice. In the excitement of performing and then coming to Gabriel's hotel, she had all but forgotten Maurice's ramblings.

A slight frown drew Gabriel's brows together. "Is something wrong, cara?"
"Wrong? No, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

"You're a poor liar, Sara."

"What do you mean?"

"Something is troubling you. What is it?" "Nothing!"

He didn't believe her. She felt her mouth go dry as his gaze pierced hers. She could almost feel those deep gray eyes probing her heart, her soul. Her mind.

"Nothing's wrong," she said again. "Maurice and I went for a drive this morning." "Indeed?" Gabriel said, his voice silky smooth. "Tell me, how is your young man?"
"He's not myyoung man," Sara retorted, glad for the apparent change of subject. "We're just friends." "He seems to have injured his hand."

Sara bit down on her lip. "Yes, he… he cut it on a piece of glass." "How unfortunate."

"Yes. We stopped at a small cottage. That's where Maurice cut his hand." "I hope you looked after it for him. Cuts can be nasty things. Deadly, should infection occur."

Sara nodded. They weren't talking about anything as mundane as a minor cut, she thought, her mind racing. Gabriel was warning her to be careful. But to be careful of what?

"It was a quaint little cottage just outside of town. No one was living there. We climbed in through a broken window in the back."

Why was she telling him this? She had the oddest feeling that he already knew, that he was somehow drawing the words from her mind.

"And what did you see there, cara?"

"Nothing…" She tried to draw her gaze from his and failed. She hadn't seenanything, but she hadheard his voice. All day, she had tried to tell herself it had only been her imagination, but she knew now that it