One hand clenches tightly on the blanket as Raguel leans down, looking at Regan, who sleeps on, exhausted. The necklace at her throat gleams in the dim light as it shifts with her breathing.

(He'd given it to her for their twenty-fifth anniversary. Gabriel can still remember how, when she'd unwrapped it, her smile had outshone the polished gleam of the delicately-crafted gold chain and pendant.)

"Leave her alone, or so help me, I swear--"