Gabriel and Past-Death had a relationship that spanned thousands of years.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
It was the same thrum she felt with Gabriel, after she'd been claimed as his mate.
Her eyes flew up in shock that he knew about her plan to get Gabriel back.
She swallowed hard, willing herself to remember that she was meant for Gabriel, even if it was Darkyn's name on her back.
Was what she felt for Gabriel nothing more than destiny and Immortal laws she knew nothing about?
It was harder to resist him than it was Gabriel, which made her want to weep.
If her bond to him was like hers to Gabriel, he'd be able to find her no matter what.
This was too similar to what she physically felt towards Gabriel to be anything other than the Immortal bond that branded Darkyn's name across her shoulders.
Gabriel cannot kill his own mate.
She'd walked away from Gabriel, because he all-but-pushed her away.
Unlike Gabriel, who was gentle, teasing, Darkyn was demanding.
The dread and guilt at the pit of her stomach were countered by the confusion of knowing that she'd fallen into the grip of the Immortal laws first with Gabriel then with Darkyn.
Gabriel had been, and she was furious at herself for not taking him more seriously and for choosing to accept Darkyn's deal instead of taking a chance with Gabriel.
If Gabriel had killed her while trying to save her, he'd kill the soul in her head, too, the one that damned Deidre to Hell.
If Past-Death being dead had rendered Deidre the mate of Gabriel, why wouldn't it work again, once Deidre won their deal?
Even Gabriel has, Darkyn said.
His words struck her as true; they were the same doubts she'd had about Gabriel since she met him.
I wonder what your Gabriel will think when he finds out.
You won't convince me what I felt towards Gabriel wasn't real, and there is nothing you can do to make me do this blood bond.
I also foresee Gabriel refusing to kill her.
You will never have a chance with Gabriel, even when you win your deal.
She was confused again, unable to shake the memory of Gabriel or fully accept this new fate.
They were the same she'd said to Gabriel on the beach, the night they met.
He stripped her deity powers, said she had to earn Gabriel the same way you did.
One Gabriel doesn't know and probably shouldn't for another few days.
She wanted to ask after Gabriel but didn't.
"Gabriel doesn't know," he guessed and sat back.
I gave her a week to make Gabriel fall in love with her, or I get her soul.
I thought if she was gone, the bond would reverse, return me to Gabriel, she said.
I can't go back to Gabriel, even if I do win.
Gabriel Ivanovich here made the inquiries.
Well, have you sent Gabriel for some wine?
Old Gabriel brought in the wine.
He was met by Gabriel, Marya Dmitrievna's gigantic footman.
When Gabriel came to inform her that the men who had come had run away again, she rose frowning, and clasping her hands behind her paced through the rooms a long time considering what she should do.
She wanted to think that Gabriel wouldn't turn his back on her so quickly.
They were dressed more like Gabriel than the Immortals she met at Rhyn's.
Deidre had no bad interactions with the death dealer, but she suspected anyone who betrayed Gabriel wouldn't be interested in helping her.
Gabriel was speechless for a long moment.
That's it, Gabriel said.
Gabriel asked in a hushed voice.