Sage
Eve was curled against me, her small body tucked perfectly into the curve of mine, head on my chest, one leg thrown over my thigh. Her breathing was deep and even, the soft warmth of it ghosting across my skin. I had one arm locked around her waist, the other stroking lazy circles through her hair, the afterglow still humming in my veins. For the first time in longer than I could remember, the constant rage inside me was quiet.
Then my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
I glanced at the screen to see that it was a private number.
A prickle of unease cut through the haze. I eased my arm from under Eve’s neck as carefully as I could, not wanting to wake her. She murmured something soft and shifted but stayed asleep. I swung my legs off the bed and padded naked to the window, phone in
