‘‘You have to.’’ I had a hard time catching my breath, but made an effort to calm my wildly beating heart. Gabriel would respond to reason—he had to. ‘‘This has nothing to do with you. Magoth cannot hold you prisoner without bringing down the wrath of the weyr upon his head. You must leave, now, before . . .’’ The words came to a stop. I couldn’t tell him the truth, not while Magoth watched us with laughing black eyes.

‘‘May,’’ Gabriel said softly, taking my hands. ‘‘I thought you understood that there is nothing this demon lord can do to make you hurt me. You fear for my well-being unnecessarily. I told you that I’m incredibly difficult to kill. You really must learn to trust me.’’

I closed my eyes against the pain for a few seconds, my soul weeping tears of sheer agony. I wanted to scream to the heavens, to rail against the vault attendant and the pedantic rules that insisted he deliver my possessions into my hands. I wanted to destroy Magoth for the anguish he was about to wreak upon my life. But most of all, I wanted to tell Gabriel how sorry I was, how deep into my being he had burrowed.

‘‘Little bird, why do you cry?’’ he asked softly, the gentle brush of his thumb over my cheekbone so sweet, it broke down the last of my reserves, and I admitted the truth. I didn’t just love him—I loved beyond all reason, with every atom of my being.

I stared at him, unable to speak the words before the abomination that was responsible for all my grief.

‘‘As fascinating as this is, I do have an appointment in fifteen minutes,’’ Magoth said, glancing at his watch. He stood and strolled over to where I was still bound to the floor, eyeing Gabriel curiously for a moment, clearly sizing him up. ‘‘This is what you spurned me for? Dreadlocks, sweet May? Or is it the beast within that holds such an attraction for you?’’

I swallowed back a lump of hot, burning tears and met Magoth’s gaze. ‘‘I will not discuss Gabriel with you.’’

‘‘What is it you want of my mate?’’ Gabriel asked again, crossing his arms and moving a smidgen so he stood partially blocking me.

Magoth’s stark black eyebrows rose at the protective gesture. ‘‘I wonder if it would be worth the trouble that would follow should I reprimand you for such insolence.’’

‘‘You are welcome to try,’’ Gabriel said pleasantly, but there was a clear warning in his eyes.

‘‘Such temptation . . . but I believe I will be duly compensated despite refusing to give in to it. May, the phylactery.’’ Magoth held out his hand for the box I still clutched.

Gabriel’s gaze shot to me.