Gwen snorted. “Christ, don’t hurt yourself. You look like Merlin is in your breeches clawing holes in something vital.” “The cat’s name is Lucifer,” Arthur said, sounding pathetic even to his own ears. “Art,” Gwen said. “I know.” “Then why did you just call him Merlin?” “No, you imbecile,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes and leaning in closer as she lowered her voice. “I know. About you. And—and Gabriel.”
