"What put you in such a foul mood this morning?" Casaio asked with a light chuckle, attempting to ease the tension.
"You did," Gabriel replied sharply. "First, you released a criminal from prison just because he fed you some pathetic sob story. And second, you failed to get Zilia to talk. Instead, you had someone tend to her wounds. Are you working for justice, or running a clinic?"
Casaio fell silent under the weight of his brother's harsh words. He was already shouldering more than he let on, but explaining that to his younger brother felt like a lost cause. Gabriel had never been the empathetic type, never willing to see things beyond his own rigid view of right and wrong.
Gabriel didn't touch his espresso. He sat stiffly with arms crossed, waiting in brooding silence until Amelie returned.
