That was the other bit of this endeavour William had kept to himself. He supposed there was really no choice but to share it now, if it might affect the decision they were trying to reach.
His fingers closed around his wrist and squeezed, out of sight behind the solid physical barrier between them. "Not out," he said reluctantly. "In."
He glanced up, away, automatically, not brave enough to directly meet Gabe's eyes, and saw a shadow on the high library ceiling that hadn't been there before.
Not a shadow. A plant. Mistletoe.
He froze in place, staring up at the green leaves dangling cheerfully down, and swallowed. Maybe Gabe wouldn't notice. Maybe William could dismiss everyone and close the doors early on the grounds of it being a holiday - there was hardly anyone in here anyway - and throw Gabe out along with everyone else without anyone ever becoming the wiser.