Evie woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of voices in the next room.
Her body ached from sleeping on an unfamiliar sofa, her neck stiff, her injured arm throbbing.
For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was or why every muscle felt coiled with tension.
Then it crashed back.
Damien. Threats. Danger.
She sat up, running her good hand through tangled hair, and padded toward the kitchen where Liam and Nate were speaking in low, urgent tones.
They stopped the moment she appeared.
Nate looked worse than she'd ever seen him. Exhausted, shadows under his eyes so dark they looked like bruises, hair disheveled from the drive.
But when those amber eyes landed on her, they blazed with something that made her breath catch.
Relief. Hunger. Need.
"Evie." He crossed the room in th
