Hardly a soul. The phrase made Gabriel laugh, his tone mixture of genuine amusement and mocking. There was at least one soul in Dad's house right now who shouldn't be there, not because Gabriel wasn't allowed, but because he shouldn't have a soul.

"You seem the type," he parroted with a sardonic grin, kicking his foot and then shrugging. "What can I say? I like having a monopoly on things. It makes sure I get them when I want them."

Usually that wouldn't take anything more than a fingersnap. Here, it was going to take a little more, even if it included lying.