“Stone,” he said softly, and smiled as he sank down into the chair opposite her, his powerful body making her nerves quiver as he put his hands behind his strong dark head, leaning back, watching her from below hooded eyelids. “Gabriel Stone.”
“An unusual name,” Rhiannon said conversationally. “Although deeply classical.”
“One of the four archangels. Gabriel, Raphael, Michael and Hod. A divine quartet. Untouched by sin.” His blue eyes glittered. “Unlike me.”
“Ah, yes. ‘Angel by name, sinner by nature.’ Where did I read that?”