In the study under Kain's watch, Gabriel's body twitched violently, his shoulders jerking as if phantom restraints were cutting into his wrists. Sweat broke across his brow, his face contorting, and his breaths turned ragged. Whimpers slipped from his lips, his whole body beginning to curl as if trying to shield itself.
Kain's stomach knotted at the sight—Gabriel wasn't just remembering, he was drowning in the memory.
Kain's jaw tightened. Watching Gabriel relive this was intolerable. "Bea—shift his perspective. Make him an observer. There's no need to make him experience it again firsthand."
Bea's glow deepened in response, a ripple of power spreading through the room.
In a blink, Gabriel's eyes snapped open. But he was no longer seated in the study. Nor was he a helpless study subject.
