“You look like a girl who needs some comfort food.” “In the form of a cupcake with a random letter B on it?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow at him. “Yeah. No doubt you’ll need to keep your energy up for all the angry sex you and Darius will be having later on.” “Keep the sexual references about my sisters to times when I’m not within earshot, yeah?” Gabriel suggested with a grimace. “It’s bad enough that the stars show me flashes of that shit without me having to listen to conversations about it too.”
