Gabriel tensed up as he waited for Damian's question; he expected to be asked about Olivier, just like everyone else in his life. About their story, his betrayal and his downfall. There was still a great deal of information that did not reach the public, or even the Emperor.
"Have you ever heard about Donomie?" His voice was barely audible, a whisper among the sounds of burning wood.
"Are you trying to convert me to some cult? Will you start your own cult now?" Gabriel laughed and stretched his arms on the back of the chaise.
"Very funny. You know what I mean; don't play coy with me." Damian's voice was still amused, but there was something dark about his tone. He expected the truth from Gabriel.
"For fuck's sakes. Does anything escape from you?" Gabriel became irritated; he knew the answer but did not want to tell him.
"No." This time the man's voice was loud and clear.
Gabriel exhaled exasperated, "sure. I know he was one of the leaders of the rebellion."
