The air around her felt peculiar, as if electricity had filled the air and made it heavy. Something was hanging above them, something radiating out of her body and clinging like static to his own. Gabriel remained silenced and still, as if his movement or voice might upset the delicate balance that had formed. He did not know what had caused it, nor why she was so perturbed, but it made him uncomfortable. Then her voice, as soft as her moonstone eyes, broke through the silence.
He considered her for a long moment, studying her narrow face and features. She seemed so fragile to him then, despite the fact she believed herself to be a dagger. “I’m not,” he said gently, something that seemed so uncommon for his gruff voice and appearance.“You won’t hurt me as much as you think,” Gabriel continued, off-white teeth sharp against his black muzzle. “Now what’s bothering you?” He pushed further, waiting for her reaction to see if he was going too far.
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