“You talk about my wife like that, you lose teeth. Any more questions?” Gabriel asked sharply. “Just one…” Washer purred. “Are the rumours true about you…do you really share that svelte body with other-” Gabriel ripped Washer out of his seat, slamming him down on the coffee table with a snarl. “What did I just say?” He held a fist to Brian’s jaw, and I folded my arms to watch the show.
