“What we are – were –is of no concern now,” he said slowly. The words were harder to say than he expected. He’d gone from Death’s favorite – and the only death-dealer serving voluntarily – to just another of her assassins obligated to serve her, after he traded his soul for his best friend’s life. Death had done her best over the years to force his human emotions out of him. But she was right. He had loved her for so long, until he realized even he was a pawn in her games.
“Very well, Gabriel,” she said. “Then I must warn you. If I find either of you, I am obligated by rules much older than the Immortal Code to do what I must.”
“I understand. Is that all you came to tell me?”