Curiosity was natural, Gabriel knew that. Anyone would wonder what she looked like beneath that veil. Everyone in the guild had wondered since the day she joined them.
But he wasn't that kind of man.
His fingers lifted slightly, almost touching the veil, before stopping halfway.
He could feel the pressure of countless eyes on him, watching, waiting, expecting.
But he wasn't thinking about them.
His thoughts were fixed on the unconscious girl lying on the cold stone floor.
'If she wants me to see her face,' he told himself, 'she'll show me one day—by her own choice. By her own will.'
He wasn't going to cross that line.
He wasn't going to uncover something she clearly wanted hidden.
That wasn't who he was.
Slowly, he let his hand fall.
The tension in his chest eased a little.
He didn't take advantage of helpless people—not for curiosity, not for desire, not for anything. If Sophie ever wanted to reveal herself, she would. And until then… he would wait.
