Angel's POV
They moved to Terrell - four of the guards, the bound hands making him manageable, though from the look on his face he was choosing to be manageable rather than being made so. He went with them toward the door.
At the threshold, he turned.
He looked at me.
One more look - just one, briefer than the first, carrying everything that couldn't be said in a room full of Raul's men. Something that was…
I'm here. Don't do anything.
Then he was gone.
The room was very quiet.
Raul looked at me.
Then he made a sound that communicated he had remembered something, and he looked at the door his men had just taken Terrell through, and the interest in his expression shifted.
"Tonight was better anyway," he said, to himself more than to me. He moved toward the door. "A woman can wait. This…" He almost smiled, and the quality of it was something I was going to see when I closed my eyes. "This has been a hundred years in the making."
He walked out.
