Edge lay in Gabrielle’s bed, arms stretched behind his head, body partially covered by the black silk sheets, staring at the ceiling. She would be home soon because it was almost morning. In the nights, she was Kael’s, but as soon as the sun rose, Edge had her. He had almost drifted off to sleep at thoughts of Gabrielle when the door opened and she bounded in the room, jumping on the bed, snuggling down beside Edge, and sighing contentedly. Edge grinning down, rubbing her back and noticed Kael at the door.

"Your brother fucked her in the bathroom of the club tonight. Just thought you might what to know." Edge’s grin turned to a frown as Kael turned away. Even when he wasn’t there, Christian made his presence known. Edge could smell him on Gabrielle. And in Gabrielle’s mind, she wasn’t with Edge at the moment.

Kael staggered down the stairs, cursing himself for ever getting involved with these people, but more so for letting himself feel the way he did about Gabrielle. He had sworn to his last lover on her deathbed that he could never be with anyone else, that he could never love anyone else. But the more time he spent with Gabrielle, the more his promise was being shattered. At first, in Cardiff, he was sure it was just a physical attraction, and he knew she needed comfort. It was better to turn to someone you somewhat knew that turn to a complete stranger. When he found himself on the plane back to New Orleans not even a week after Gabrielle had left, it was to see her. But he told himself it was just to see how she was doing, whether or not she was getting along with Edge and Christian. But now, grabbing a bottle of whisky from the always well-stocked cupboard, he was shocked to find himself in love with her. He hadn’t loved anyone since his promise, and now Gabrielle was always in his mind. There was something about her idiosyncrasies that he loved, something about every word from her, insane or not, that gave him a feeling he hadn’t had for too many years to count. He knew he couldn’t tell her. It would only succeed in complicating matters more. Not now, he told himself, just not now. She was still in his mind as the bottle of whisky was half drained, and his head fell to the table with a dull thud. The sun was up.