FOUR WEEKS, TWO DAYS INTO THE CONTRACT - SATURDAY EVENING
Eve stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the dress the brothers had chosen for her.
It was stunning....a deep emerald green that hugged every curve, with a neckline that showed just enough cleavage to be enticing without being inappropriate. The fabric shimmered when she moved, catching the light. Combined with her now-luminous skin and the way her body had transformed over the past four weeks, she looked... otherworldly.
"You look perfect," Silas said from the doorway, his dark eyes roaming over her appreciatively. "Like a queen."
"I look like someone's expensive mistress," Eve corrected, though without heat. After four weeks, she'd accepted what she was to them. Whatever labels applied.
"You look like ours," Silas corrected, crossing to her. His hands settled on her hips possessively. "And tonight, everyone needs to know that."
"Why?" Eve asked. "What's different about tonight?"
