Chapitre 144: Blood-stained Rug

A man was on his knees, and his body was shaking as he kept his head low. An old blood-stained rug was below him, making Esme wonder what exactly this guy did. Gabriel's men were on either side of him, looking at him menacingly. 

Gabriel himself stood from his usual spot on the sofa; he did not turn to look at her, nor did he show any indication that he knew she was there. But the warm tug in her stomach and the connection she felt with him told her, the vampire knew she was close. He was just very good at composing himself; he had to be. He was the King, after all. As much as Esme really wanted to go into his arms right now, she also had to refrain from doing so. 

Plus, the atmosphere wasn't quite right for her to lovingly go into his arms.