Eve woke to the unsettling sensation of being watched.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with sleep, and immediately locked onto the figure sitting beside her on the bed. Silas....or at least, she thought it was Silas....sat perfectly still, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch.
But something was off.
She turned her head, reaching instinctively for Damian's solid warmth on her other side, only to find empty sheets already cool to the touch. Damon's spot was vacant too. They'd left for pack business or territory meetings....she vaguely remembered Damian mentioning something about it last night.
Which meant she was alone with Silas.
Again.
When she looked back at him, his lips curved into a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey," he said softly, his voice rougher than usual. "How are you feeling?"
