There was nothing like the ambience of a proper library and sitting motionless in a straight-backed chair for hours to give a person perspective.
Too bad the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up like in one of those ghost hunting shows she made sure to DVR every week. She found herself scanning the reading room for Gabriel. She was going to be so annoyed if he damaged her state of denial before she was even out the door. It would be just like a nightangel to puncture the oasis of nose-in-a-book calm Casey had induced within herself by turning up to prove her wrong.
Her glance skipped across the reading room. There he was. In plain sight and yet obscured until he chose to reveal himself. How did he do that? She should have seen anyway. The nightangel without the beating armor of his wings was still the nightangel. She knew him well enough, winged or not. She should have noticed him, damn it.
A whole evening of stress management via research was going up in smoke and it was hard for Casey not to resent it.
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