"Because I know you." Raphael pulled her in close, swallowing thickly before he spoke again. "And I know exactly how Hatter is. You didn't allow it. You were manipulated into it."

Of that much he was certain. Gabriel was almost incapable of swaying, tied down to her sense of conscience in a way that made him alternately agitated and almost envious. Hatter had spent centuries pursuing everyone else's disgrace. His face darkened at the memory, forced so close to the surface, and he tugged her in hard. "I want you to believe that."