Gabriel gazed at the alcohol in the glass he had poured.
Karmen, who was in the mansion, came to him and sat by his side on the counter chair. "Why are you drinking at this hour? Is Amelie asleep?" He grabbed the bottle, pouring a glass for himself.
"Yeah, she's in a deep slumber," Gabriel replied, his voice quiet. He lifted the glass and took a sip. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"I was working," Karmen answered, settling comfortably in the chair. "Prince Dominick sent over a copy of the report Emerson Vitiello compiled. It's troubling. Several minor cases have surfaced, betas disappearing without a trace. Some were eventually declared dead. What's strange is that it's been happening over a span of almost two years."
Gabriel hummed low in his throat. "You work hard," he muttered, finishing the last drop of his drink. He refilled his glass without hesitation.
