" … I'd like to have my final moments with my promised killer."
Victoria could not shake off how coy his voice had just resounded in her mind. Now she cringed from harbouring the thought that she had obviously just misfired.
As soon as Abel turned the locks with the key, Gabriel signalled him to leave them alone. The man hesitated a minute late but the grim look Gabriel showed him next caused him to scram away from there in a hurry.
Inside the cell, Victoria pulled back from seeing Gabriel lock himself in before spraining his neck to have himself facing her directly.
He smirked.
"Do I frighten you much my sweet girl?" He motioned some two paces closer to her.
