Destini's stubbornness, however, wasn't her only trait. Despite Gabriel's attempts to intimidate her, she persisted. She was clumsy, curious, and reckless, but there was a warmth to her that made it hard for him to act.
One evening, as Destini sat on the rooftop, Gabriel approached, his presence a shadow against the city lights.
"You don't belong here," he said, his voice icy.
Destini didn't flinch this time. She looked at him, her chin held high. "Neither do you."
His jaw tightened. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Then tell me."
For a moment, he considered it. He could see the fire in her eyes, the determination that had somehow softened his resolve. But that fire also made her dangerous.
Gabriel stepped closer, his voice a low growl. "You're playing with forces you don't understand, Destini. And if you're not careful, they'll consume you."
She shivered at his words but refused to back down. "Then help me understand. Or are you too much of a coward?"
The insult hung in the air, and for the first time, Gabriel felt his control waver. He didn't know whether he wanted to silence her… or kiss her.