Did It Hurt?

Seven minutes before, Hand stuffed in his pocket and body leaned against the nearest wall, Gabriel watched the interaction ensuing in the balcony with dark hooded lids. All around him, the aura seemed deadly, combined with the look of obviously jealousy that swept across his face each time Christian spoke to Leonica. As if one man wasn’t enough for her, she was going after another, of course. “Gabe,” Angelina’s voice called him back to reality and he looked down, watching as the woman he had come with, offered him a glass of wine, glass of water in her other hand. “Are you alright?” Taking the offered drink, Gabriel nodded his head. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” Angelina shrugged her shoulders, sipping the water from the glass in her hand and waiting for Gabriel to take a sip from his. He didn't, not Immediately. Instead, he stared down at the liquid in the glass, watching as the light from the lamps hanging overhead reflected against the wine’s surface. A few moments later, he raised the