Untitled by Pithia Gabriel barely looked up when Frost entered his room, even though her lingerie--if the tiny patches of fabric even amounted to that--was clearly chosen to grab his attention. 'What do you have for me this time?' She snorted, the movement rippling through her barely covered breasts. 'This,' she said curtly, flicking a small metal circlet at his face. A flash of warning in his stormy eyes, Gabriel caught it easily and held it up to the light. 'And?' 'There's more shadows in Kait than you'd think. Bitterness. Fury. Anger at being used. Some fear. She's cautious, but strong. A shrewd bitch when she has to be.' He opened and closed the small hoop repeatedly, as if it could reveal some secret; he willed it to speak of the flesh it passed through. 'All that from a tiny little earring,' he marvelled idly, placing it on his tongue like a communion wafer, trying to taste an echo of her. Frost smirked as she went to leave. 'Gabe,' she purred, 'Kait doesn't wear that in her ear.'