The hatch across the barred window in the door slammed aside. Glancing up, Gabriel saw a pair of chocolat-brown eyes, bloodshot with pain and rage and stained by bloody tears. He raised his pipe and gifted Jean-François a grim smile. “Can’t blame a man for trying.” The historian narrowed his eyes and hissed. Gabriel breathed a plume of bloody smoke into the air. “Until tomorrow, vampire.”
