Gilbert stood over Gabriel's unconscious form, the club still gripped in his hand. Blood dripped from the wood where it had connected with the former Paladin's temple.
A smile tugged at his lips despite the circumstances. He was breathing hard, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, but underneath it all was satisfaction. Pure, undiluted satisfaction.
"Help me," Melissa gasped, her voice raw and broken as she clutched her bruised neck. "We need to move him. Now."
Gilbert glanced at the crowd. Still celebrating, still focused on the scaffold, oblivious to what had just unfolded at their edge.
"Where?" Gilbert asked, unable to keep the smugness from his voice as he moved to grab Gabriel's arms. He'd finally gotten one over on the demon-eyed bastard.
"I know a place," Melissa wheezed, struggling to her feet. "Not far. But we need to go before someone sees."
