the great destroyer.

[Gabriel de le Poer]

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    She was lying to him. Gabriel read that in her body, in her voice, in her eyes. This fact infuriated him more then anything else he could imagine. It began to rise slowly in his stomach like bile. Deep in his bones he felt something rattle, something grip into the earth and hold taunt. Either he or the ground was shaking, and no part of his body felt entirely like it was his own. She was lying. She was lying to his face and covering for that goddamned brother of his.
    “Drop it,” he hissed, lips pulling away from his teeth. Stiff-legged, he advanced, to the point that he was nearly touching her. Even now, he would not. Gabriel knew better then to do such a thing. “What happened.” He asked again, but there was no longer a question and instead only a demand.

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