The hour that followed Marcus's call was the longest of Eve's life.
They'd moved to the sitting room attached to the bedroom....all four of them unable to stay still, unable to simply accept what they all knew was coming. Damian paced by the window. Damon stood with his arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight Eve worried his teeth might crack. Silas had pulled Eve onto the couch beside him, his hand never leaving hers, as if letting go might make the impossible choice easier.
"Let's go through this logically," Silas said, his analytical mind clearly trying to find a solution where none existed. "We need to examine every possible option, every alternative, before we commit to a course of action that could....." He stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
"Could get Eve killed," Damon finished bluntly. "Just say it, brother. We're talking about choosing between our pack and our mate. Between our duty and the woman we love. There's no logic that makes that choice easy."
