Eve obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she turned the lock. The click echoed in the quiet room.
"We have a problem," Damian said.
Eve's stomach dropped. "What kind of problem?"
"You." Damon turned from the window, and the hunger in his green eyes made her breath catch. "You're the problem."
"I don't understand...."
"We've been trying to work," Silas interrupted quietly. "For the past two hours, we've been sitting here attempting to focus on business. Territory reports. Pack finances. Alliance negotiations. Important matters that require our full attetion."
"And?" Eve asked, though she was starting to understand.
"And all we can think about is you," Damian finished. His gray eyes were dark, pupils dilated with desire. "Your scent.
Your sounds. The way you feel
