into the abyss.

[Gabriel de le Poer]

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In Samael there was the potential for danger; some vague sense of this remained with Gabriel. He saw the same in Andre. Part of him wished the two would collide, for if that happened, only one would remain a threat. It was the alpha thought, the predator thought, the thought of a king well aware of the enemies to his crown. History showed that princes were the greatest danger—brother against brother, as it had been for Hamlet’s father.

Still, he would not allow these unsettling thoughts to break the placid surface he fought to hold onto. “Oh,” he said, voice raising an octave in a childish imitation of his brother. “Did I make you angry?” Letting out a half laugh, he pushed himself up from the reclined position and flicked ash from the tip of his cigarette.

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