Eyebrows wrinkled and then Gabriel turned his phone in Genevieve’s direction. “What is this?”

Gabriel walked through the room and made his way to Genevieve, his pace casual. When he reached her, he lifted a hand to run through her hair but before his fingers finished carding through he curled and yanked. “Come,” he commanded, already walking towards the couch with her hair in his hand. It wasn’t malicious, it was protocol. They reached the couch and he lowered her down to her knees physically, taking a seat with her between his knees. “Hello.”