"Thank you, Gabriella. Why don't you join us?" Strangely, Mak's lips quirk when she asks. After another string of Spanish from Gabriella, I understand why.

"Would you care for wine?" Moon asks after Gabriella marches from the room muttering.

"Yes, wine please," I tell him. I actually need something stronger, like a gallon of moonshine, maybe.

Mak, who's now smiling full out, tries to reassure me. "Gabriella is that way with everyone she meets. Don't let her get to ...