“And I do think it was excessive to hurl him into the canal.” “He’ll float.” The corners of Cecily’s mouth twitched. “It was very wrong.” “You’re laughing,” Gabriel said in surprise. “I am not.” Cecily raised her chin, turning her face away, but not before Gabriel saw the grin that spread over her face. Gabriel was baffled. After her displayed disdain for him, her cheek and back talk, he had been quite sure that this latest outburst of his would prompt her to tell tales to Charlotte as soon as they returned to the Institute, but instead she seemed amused.
