Mari had asked, but in all honesty she didn't really care what Gabi's mate was into. Still, her brother's response was anything but endearing, he piled on the bitterness till it was up to his eyes. It was hard to tell if they were going through a rough patch or if Gabriel was just being a moody fuck, all dark and brooding, like he wanted to do nothing more but sit in shadows. Her head tipped to the side as she pursed her lips, her moon eyes roving over his form, taking note of the slant of his lips. Yeah...he was in one of his bad moods, no mistaking it.

Typical ole' Gabi

"A martyr? Ha! She laughed aloud, tipping her head back. She'd let him keep the zorra shit...cause he wasn't wrong. "That's a new one. You don't have to butter me up though, Gabi, if you really want me over for dinner, I'll come." She stepped closer, narrowing the distance between them with delicate little footsteps. Like she was some damn princess, ha! Bumping into his side-fuck he was tall- she ran it home with a nip to the loose skin on his neck.

"I'm not staying though, you hear?" She told him firm and resolute as she turned to leave. The 'yotes could have this river for all she cared, Gabi & Co could deal with it later, if ever. "Staying in one spot is asking for trouble, had enough of that for a life time. Now it was her turn to be bitter.