"Gavriel!"
I barged inside Gavriel's office in the palace, holding a sword in my hand. My eyes instantly fell on the figure standing in front of the window, holding his hand behind him.
"Gavriel," I seethed, storming inside while he turned around to face me.
As soon as he did, he raised his chin up as I pointed the tip of my sword at his throat. And yet, he was unfazed. He looked at me straight in the eye, bearing that same calmness he usually wore.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you." I urged through my gritted teeth, angry about the report I received this morning.
"I don't have an excuse, Vera."
A ridiculing laugh escaped my mouth. "You don't have an excuse?"
"There is no such thing as an excuse since the outcome is what is important, isn't it?" His eyes remained the same, staring into my glinting eyes directly. "I failed you. Thus, I must die."
