Gabriel's plan was simple: scare her off, force her to leave the building, and let the gateway settle. But the more he observed Destini, the more she surprised him.
Instead of running, she seemed drawn to the mystery. She began asking questions—too many questions. About the building, about its history, about him. Gabriel's patience wore thin.
One night, as he watched her from his apartment window, his fingers curled into fists. He couldn't let her meddle any further. The curse demanded blood, and hers would be a small price to pay for peace.