Eve woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of food.
Her body ached....thoroughly used, marked, claimed in ways that made her blush just thinking about it. But the hunger was gone. Completely satisfied for the first time since her transformation, with no underlying pull demanding more.
She was alone in bed, which immediately made her anxious. After last night's disaster, being alone felt dangerous.
"We're right here," Damian's voice came from the sitting area. Eve turned to see all three brothers watching her, concern clear on their faces. "We've been waiting for you to wake up. It's been almost twelve hours."
"Twelve hours?" Eve sat up slowly, her muscles protesting. "I slept that long?"
"You needed it," Silas said, bringing her a tray of food. "After last night....after nearly starving yourself to death...your body needed significant recovery time."
