Eve nodded slowly, her mind already working through the implications, the strategies, the political calculations that Raphael had spent weeks teaching her.
Then she stopped.
Looked at herself...sitting in bed, thoroughly claimed, wearing a sleep shirt, having a strategic political discussion about Court factions while three alpha wolves and her ancient incubus uncle treated it as perfectly normal.
She started laughing.
It began as a small sound, almost a giggle, then built into genuine, helpless laughter that shook her entire body and made her mates look at her with expressions ranging from confused to concerned.
"Eve?" Silas asked carefully. "Are you okay?"
