God Almighty. Redheads choked the very air out of a room, he swore. He took a deep sigh of a breath as he filled water, grabbed the hand cloth from the bathroom, and stepped back out with a bland expression.

“How is your hand, Uriel?” he said, kneeling carefully around rather than in the alcohol and paying no attention to Kitty.

He made brief eye contact with Abraham, to his chagrin.

Zechariah’s gloves were folded halfway in his breast pocket, and he pressed the cloth to the injury.