They locked gazes, the silence between them thick. She couldn’t find the words, her thoughts racing.“Talk to me,” he urged softly but firmly, his eyes searching hers for the truth. Tamara bit her lip, wishing she could offer more reassurance, but the uncertainty lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break.Suddenly, she forced a laugh, breaking the tense silence. "Oh, I was just joking. I didn’t mean any of it," she said, her smile strained and unconvincing.Gabriel’s brow furrowed, and he stepped closer. "Tamara, you can’t just say things like that and brush them off as a joke. What’s really going on?""Nothing, I swear," she insisted, waving her hand dismissively. "I was being silly. Forget I said anything."Gabriel searched her eyes, hoping to catch a hint of what she truly felt, but she turned away, avoiding his gaze. Reluctantly, he sighed and nodded, letting the matter drop. "Alright… if you say so." With that, he picked up a bottle of water and left, leaving Tamara alo
Gabriel’s grip tightened on his phone as he heard the unknown caller’s cold, mocking tone. His knuckles turned white, and his eyes blazed with fury.“I ask again, who the bloody hell are you?!” he barked, his voice echoing through the room. Tamara, standing nearby, instinctively moved closer to him, her eyes wide with concern.The caller’s voice was taunting, almost amused. “Come here if you want to find your lovely wife and daughter, Gabriel….”Gabriel’s breath hitched, and his heart pounded. “Listen, if you touch a hair on their heads, I will destroy you,” he threatened, his voice low and deadly.“Shut up!” the caller snapped back, their tone hardening. “I will send you the address. Come there. Alone.”Gabriel barely managed to reply before the line went dead. He clenched his jaw, trying to control the rage boiling inside him. “Who was that?” Tamara asked, her voice trembling. “What’s going on?”Gabriel’s phone beeped, and he glanced at the screen. The message contained an address.
Vincent’s attention was entirely on the planks, a sick sense of satisfaction playing on his face. "This is what you deserve, Gabriel," he sneered. "To watch the people you love suffer because of you."Gabriel saw his chance and lunged forward, his hand darting out to snatch the remote from Vincent's grip. Vincent’s eyes widened in shock, but it was too late. Gabriel wrested the remote away, pressing the button to halt the planks. The room was filled with the abrupt silence of the machinery stopping, the nails now frozen just inches away from Camella and Jessie."No!" Vincent screamed, his face contorted with fury. "You… you can’t do this!""I already did," Gabriel said, his voice calm but full of steel. He pocketed the remote, his eyes never leaving Vincent’s. "And now it’s over. You’ve lost. Soon, I'm sending you all to hell."Vincent’s rage boiled over, and he lunged at Gabriel, but Barry held him back, whispering harshly. "Not now. We all have our chance."Gabriel took a step clos
Gabriel clenched his fists, his mind racing. The room was quickly filling with smoke, the flames licking higher up the walls. He glanced over at Camella and Jessie, their terrified faces urging him to act fast. He had to find a way to save them, even if it meant facing the inferno. Vincent's mocking voice echoed through the burning building. "Don't bother yourself too much," Vincent taunted, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "None of us are leaving here alive."But Gabriel barely heard him. His eyes darted around, desperately seeking a way out. He stepped forward, only to be halted as part of the ceiling crashed down in front of him, blocking his path. The heat was suffocating, and the flames on the walls were now licking the high ceilings, spreading rapidly. Sweat trickled down his face, but his focus was sharp—he had to get his family out.“Give it up, boy. Your hero's journey ends here," Vincent mocked, infuriating Gabriel.With a roar, Gabriel turned and kicked Vincent hard,
Zoe glanced at Dan, who noticed the struggle and immediately ran over. Zoe signaled him to help, and together, they tried to hold Camella back as she pushed against them, her desperation giving her strength.“Let me go! I have to save my husband!” Camella shouted, trying to wrench herself free, her eyes fixed on the burning building as if willing Gabriel to appear through the smoke.“Camella, stop it!” Zoe said sharply, trying to keep her own fear in check. “You have Jessie to think about. You can’t go in there!”Dan, his voice calm yet firm, added, “Please, listen to Zoe. The firefighters will handle this. You have to stay back for your safety.”Just then, a burst of fire erupted from one of the windows, sending a wave of heat towards them. The explosion was loud and sudden, forcing everyone nearby to stagger backward. The flames leaped higher, licking the sky, and the onlookers gasped in horror. Zoe’s heart clenched as she realized how close the fire had come to them. “Everyone, mo
Gabriel looked down at his hands, watching sparks and light flicker between his fingers. The same energy that had saved him from harm was now at his command. Walter, seeing this, closed his eyes, bracing himself for what he thought would be the end. Gabriel just watched him, his eyes unreadable. He then knelt down and gently placed his hand over a large burn on Walter's neck. The sparks danced along his skin, and Walter felt a warm sensation spread over the burn. When Gabriel pulled his hand away, Walter opened his eyes, slowly reaching up to touch his neck, gasping in surprise as he realized the burn was gone. Gabriel stood up, watching him, feeling a strange mix of emotions. It wasn’t just that he could heal himself or disappear and reappear at will—abilities he was still trying to understand—but now, he could heal others, too. He looked at Walter one last time before turning and walking away.Walter struggled to his feet, staring after him. "You… you just…" he began, but the word
Gabriel hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I... don’t know,” he said finally, his tone low. “Maybe it wasn’t as bad as we thought.”“Stop lying,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “I saw the blood. I saw you...”Gabriel glanced at Tamara again, a silent exchange passing between them. Camella caught the look, her suspicion growing. “You’re hiding something,” she accused in a low tone. “What happened in there?”Tamara stepped in, her voice calm. “Camella, maybe we should talk about this later. Let’s get everyone home safely first.”Gabriel seized the opportunity to divert attention, standing up and moving away from the stretcher.Camella’s eyes were fixed on Gabriel, her mind buzzing with questions. She couldn't shake off the images of him, wounded and bleeding, just less than an ago. But now, there was no trace of any injury on his body, and it troubled her deeply. She needed answers.“Gabriel, tell me what happened,” she pressed, her tone a mix of concern and determination.
During dinner, Gabriel picked up his glass, taking a sip before setting it down. He looked across the table at Camella, trying to gauge her mood. "Camella," he began, his tone calm, "I need to let you know that I'm going to the capital tomorrow. There's some business I need to check out."Camella froze, her fork hovering mid-air. "What? You can't travel tomorrow, Gabriel," she said, her voice edged with concern. "You almost lost your life yesterday, and now you want to casually leave the city?"Gabriel sighed, trying to keep his expression neutral. "I understand you're worried, but I need to go. There are important matters that can't wait."Camella’s face tightened with frustration. "No, Gabriel. I don't understand. You barely recovered. This isn't the time to go running off on business trips."Before Gabriel could respond, Tamara, who had been quietly listening, interjected. "Don't worry, Camella," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "He will be fine. I’m going with him."Ca