Alaina skidded to a stop the open door at the very end of the hallway. Astra looked small in the large bed; pillows propped up around her.
"I carried her in," Gabriel whispered.
"She must've weighed nothing," Alaina murmured. She walked in slowly, then slumped down in the chair next to the bed. "Are you sure she's just asleep?"
"What are we going to do?" she muttered. "This is a total mess. I can't be responsible for saving Isleen again."
Gabriel shook his head. "No. No, of course not."
"But, Baba Yaga-" she started to protest.
"She was dying!" he hissed. "She probably had no idea what she was saying!"
They looked at each other silently. "It really is up to me...isn't it?" Alaina stared at Gabriel, her eyes dark. "Isn't it? You just don't want to think about it."
He knelt down next to her. Gabriel was about to reach for her hands when she pushed them away. Her lips quivered as if she was going to say something, before she slowly stood up, and headed out of the room.
Gabriel jumped up, scrambling after her. "Alaina, wait, Alaina!"
"Stop!" She swerved around, her finger shaking as she pointed at him. "I'm angry at you. I'm...so angry."
"I know," he whispered, defeated. His breath came out in short bursts. Gabriel's stomach clenched, and he licked his lips nervously. He let out a small growl before he reached over and kissed her.
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