Free Gabriel's Inferno 01 - Gabriel's Inferno by Sylvain Reynard Page B

the garage.
    “Were you ever going to tell me who you are?” His voice was slightly accusing.
    Julia shook her head and hugged her ridiculous knapsack more tightly.
    He looked at her book bag and decided then and there that it had to go. If he had to see that hideous thing one more time, he was going to lose it. And Paul had touched it, which meant that it was polluted. She’d have to throw it away.
    Gabriel led her to his parking space, and she immediately walked to the passenger’s side of the Jaguar.
    He pressed a button and the Range Rover next to the Jaguar chirped. “Um, let’s take this one instead. The four-wheel drive is better in the rain. I don’t like taking the Jaguar out in weather like this if I don’t have to.”
    Julia tried to hide her look of surprise at Gabriel’s embarrassment of riches, especially when he opened her door and helped her in. As she settled herself in her seat, she wondered if he’d felt the connection that passed between them when he touched her arm. Of course, he had.
    “You let me make an ass out of myself.” He scowled as he drove out of the garage.
    You did that all by yourself, thank you. Julia’s unspoken thought shimmered between them, and she briefly wondered how good The Professor was at reading non-verbal cues.
    “I would have treated you differently. I would have treated you better, if I’d known.”
    “Would you? Really? And found some other student to rip apart? If that’s the case, I’m glad your anger was directed at me. Then you couldn’t take it out on anyone else.”
    Gabriel gave her a cold look. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m glad you’re Rachel’s friend, but you’re still my student, which means we need to be professional, Miss Mitchell. And you will be careful how you speak to me now and in the future.”
    “Yes, Professor Emerson.”
    He searched her face for any sign of sarcasm but saw none. Her shoulders were hunched, and her head was down. He’d made his little rose wither. Any blossoming had now been completely undone.
    Your little rose? What the hell, Emerson!
    “Rachel is very glad you’re here. Did you know that she was engaged?”
    Julia shook her head. “Was? Not anymore?”
    “Aaron Webster asked her to marry him, and she said yes, but that was before Grace…” He exhaled slowly. “Rachel doesn’t feel like planning a wedding now, so she’s called it off. That’s why she’s here.”
    “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. Poor Rachel.” She exhaled slowly. “Poor Aaron! I loved him.”
    Gabriel frowned. “They’re still together. Aaron loves her, obviously, and agreed she needed some time away. There was a lot of…fighting at my parents’ house when I was home. She came to see me to get away. Which is laughable, really, since I’m the black sheep of the family and she’s the favorite.”
    Julia nodded as if she understood.
    “I have a problem with anger, Miss Mitchell. I have a bad temper. I have trouble controlling it, and when I lose my temper I can be very destructive.”
    Her eyes widened at his declaration, and her mouth opened slightly, but she did not speak.
    “It would be…inadvisable for me to lose my temper around someone like you. It would be very damaging, for both of us.” His declaration was so honest and so frightening, the words burned into her like fire.
    “Wrath is one of the seven deadly sins,” she remarked, turning away from him to gaze out the window, trying to alleviate the burning sensation in her middle.
    He laughed bitterly. “Remarkably, I have all seven; don’t bother counting. Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, avarice, gluttony, lust.”
    She lifted an eyebrow but did not turn around. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
    “I don’t expect you to understand. You’re only a magnet for mishap, Miss Mitchell, while I am a magnet for sin.”
    Now she turned to face him. He smiled at her with a look of resignation, and she offered him a sympathetic look in return.
    “Sin isn’t something that is