Her apartment felt smaller and shabbier than ever after spending the night in luxury. Eve packed a larger bag this time...more clothes, toiletries, her laptop. If she was going to be staying at the estate multiple nights a week, she needed to be prepared.
She also grabbed the framed photo of her mother from her nightstand. Something to remind her why she was doing this.
At 6:45, Marcus knocked on her door. Eve took one last look around her tiny studio...her real life, separate from the surreal world of the Blackwood estate...and followed him out.
Dinner was in a formal dining room that looked like it belonged in a palace. The table could seat thirty, but tonight only four places were set at one end.
The brothers were already there when Mrs. Blackwood escorted Eve in. All three stood as
