Dawn broke cold and gray over the Blackwood estate.
Eve woke to Damian's hand gently shaking her shoulder. "It's time."
She sat up, her body protesting the movement. Every muscle ached from last night's thorough claiming, and the soreness between her thighs was a constant reminder of how brutal her mates could be when possessiveness overtook them.
"How long did I sleep?" she asked, her voice rough.
"Three hours," Damian replied, already dressed in dark tactical clothing that made him look even more intimidating than usual. "Not enough, but it'll have to do. Cassandra's been in holding all night. She's had time to think about her situation. Time to get scared."
"Good," Eve said, surprising herself with the coldness in her own voice. "She should be scared."
