Gabriel stared at Edward, utterly betrayed by the air in the room.
"Did he really say that?"
Edward didn't even bother to glance up. "He wrote it. In bold. With underlines. Twice."
Gabriel dropped back onto the pillows with the dramatic flair of a dying opera queen. "I am never going to be able to look that man in the face again."
"Good," Damian said cheerfully. "He works better when you're scared of him."
"I'm not scared," Gabriel snapped.
"Then come to the appointment," Edward said, holding up the folder like it was a warrant. "It's scheduled for thirty minutes from now."
Gabriel groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. "This is medical bullying. There are laws."
"Not in the imperial wing," Edward said. "Just protocols. And Dr. Marin wrote those too."
"You're all traitors."
