11-05-2007, 01:29 AM
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A low growl rumbled in Gabriel’s throat, a quiet warning. He was not reassured by the signs of hysteria he saw. He did not show any other outside signs of discomfort—indeed, he looked calm, detached. In reality, he found himself waiting for a signal to strike. The paranoia was just starting to sink in. “Followed who? No one has been here in weeks,” he said firmly, yellow-gold eyes locked on the male’s face.[/html]