“I’ll see what I can do.” A smile ticks briefly at the corner of Anthony’s mouth. Gabriel looks awful in the light, skin pale and eyes red. Anthony doesn’t know what set him off, but he is too practical—to English—to investigate what happened, at least not before he has dealt with the problem in front of him.

Anthony gets out of bed and dresses in silence. With a brief, concerned look at Gabriel, he leaves the bedroom and goes to the kitchen, where he puts the kettle on the hob. For good measure, he takes down a bottle of whiskey as well.