"You look… pale," Anna murmured as she caught sight of Gabriel's face for the first time since his arrest. It had only been two days, yet somehow it had taken William that long to pull the strings and arrange a meeting between them in the cramped detention room of the police station.
"Well, of course I do," Gabriel snorted, a flicker of sarcasm lacing his voice. "I haven't seen sunlight in forty-eight hours! And you know how I am—I'm like a flower. I need the sun to bloom."
"You're definitely a flower," Anna clicked her tongue, amusement curling her lips despite herself. Her voice, though lightly teasing, was tinged with affection. Then she leaned forward, lowering her voice to a near-whisper. "Let's switch to French," she added, seamlessly slipping into the language. "I don't want to risk anyone overhearing us."
