Damian's POV
He was up before the estate.
That was normal. Had been normal since he was nineteen and inherited everything that came with the Blackwood name....the pack, the correspondence, the specific weight of being the one everyone looked to when they needed to know what happened next.
He made his own coffee.
Stood at the kitchen window and drank it while the estate came slowly awake around him. The distant sounds of the morning shift settling in.
He felt Damon through the bond. Still asleep.
He felt Eve....quiet and warm, Silas's presence wrapped around hers like a second layer. Both of them still under.
Good.
He drank his coffee and waited for them to wake up.
Silas found him at half past seven.
He came into the kitchen already dressed, hair still slightly damp, with the look of someone who had slept properly for the first time in weeks
He poured his own coffee.
Sat across from Damian at the kitchen table.
They looked at each other.
