She wanted to throw up her hands in frustration but now wasn't the time to get pissy with him no matter how much her fiery temper wanted to come raging to the surface. He could probably feel it there anyway. Assuming he was paying attention and with as much pain as he was in, even with his shields and walls up she wasn't sure that he was.
She just laid down beside him, her fingers interlaced with his as much as he would let her. She knew that he was trying to push her away because he hated showing vulnerability to anyone. But it was a little bit late for that. He had already made that decision when he opened himself up to her when she was in that isolation tank.
We will. But we don't need to think about that right now.
She knew that if Frost of Jackal Mac walked in right now she would have no problem shooting either one of them right between the fucking eyes. They had screwed with them one too many times and if either one of them tried to prey on Gabriel when he was like this she would kill them. End of story. She would kill them to protect him. She had absolutely no problem with that and he knew that.
Frost wouldn't be a problem. Yeah, she had psychic powers but she had all the strength of a hundred pound girl. Kaitlyn was certain she could take her. Jackal Mac was a bit tougher because he was so big. But he wasn't bigger than the bullets in her .45.