Eve woke the next morning feeling like she'd been hit by a truck.
Every muscle ached, her head pounded with a dull throb, and the events of yesterday sat heavy in her chest like a stone. Cain's golden eyes haunted her dreams....what little sleep she'd managed to get between Damian and Damon taking turns holding her through the night terrors.
Silas's side of the bed....his chair, really....remained conspicuously empty.
"He's still in his room," Damian said quietly from beside her, reading her thoughts as he often did. "Elder Markov arrived late last night with the specialist. They've been working with Silas, trying to reinforce his mental barriers against Cain."
"Is it working?" Eve's voice came out hoarse.
"Too early to tell." Damian sat up, the morning light casting sharp shadows across his features. "But they're confident they can at least give him better warning before Cain breaks through. Create a sort of... alarm system in his mind."
