Raphael could barely believe it. Something fearful and cold settled down in his stomach with every calm word. The blame in them, the familiar anguish. As though she had been at fault-- as though anyone could believe that. Himself least of all.

Hatter. She'd needled him earlier, but he'd ignored it as always. He hadn't paid attention. No, he hadn't imagined that she'd target anyone else.

He grabbed her shoulder.

"No. Gabriel, what are you talking about? How did..."