““But then Valentina did come forward, walking to the bars, widening her eyes and jerking her chin. It was a subtle but clear signal. Look over there, it said. Tana turned toward the shadows and saw the shine of eyes. She stumbled back, reaching again for the slippery handle of the screwdriver, before she saw it was Gavriel. He was sitting on the floor, legs crossed. She had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, but at her astonished look he raised both eyebrows. An amused smile pulled at his lips. “I’m a very bad host, forcing you to throw together supper for yourself,” he said finally. He stood and stuck out a hand, as if to help her to her feet—as if she were some fancy lady who’d fallen from a coach into a mud puddle.””
