FOUR WEEKS, SIX DAYS INTO THE CONTRACT - WEDNESDAY, 11:47 PM
Eve had just started to drift off to sleep, her body finally relaxing after another intense day of barely being able to function without the brothers within touching distance. She was nestled between Damian and Damon, Silas's arm draped protectively over her from behind, when the sound shattered the peaceful darkness.
Not the soft buzz of a regular phone. This was different....a sharp, insistent ring that cut through the quiet like a knife.
Damian's emergency line.
Eve felt all three brothers tense simultaneously, their bodies going from relaxed to battle-ready in an instant. Years of alpha training, decades of responding to crisis, all of it coded into their very DNA.
Damian's hand shot out to the nightstand, grabbing the phone before the second ring finished. His face was already hardening as he looked at the screen, his jaw setting in that way Eve had learned meant something was very, very wrong.
