Valentine's penthouse, Aurelia
"Absolutely not." Gabriel eyed Valentine like he'd gone mad after he revealed his plans with Ambrose. "What were you thinking? Isn't Hunter Ferguson—"
"His not-so-secret boyfriend?" Valentine snorted, crashing onto a couch in the living room. "Perhaps. It's seeming more and more like the Guide is polygamous."
"... And Devon is fine with that?"
"Apparently," Valentine popped open a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass. His eyes glided to the tall glass wall and its magnificent view of the Aurelia night skyline. "Whatever they are to each other doesn't matter. We're going on this dinner date and you're tagging along with us."
Gabriel scowled. "You made me come here from Canada to hear out your plans for an orgy?"
"Oh, Gabriel. I never mentioned anything about an orgy. If that's what you wanted you could've just asked. I have ways of—"
"Don't you fucking dare."
"But it was your idea."
