Evie woke to darkness and the feeling that something was wrong.
Nate was gone.
She sat up fast, heart already racing, the sheets beside her cold. He'd left hours ago. Quietly. Carefully. Trying not to wake her, but she'd felt it the moment he moved. The loss of his warmth.
The absence of his heartbeat against her ear.
The clock on her nightstand read 4:47 AM.
Dawn was coming.
And with it, Damien... this was the scariest experience in her whole existence.
Bigger than she and her ex, bigger than even her fears of being claimed by Nate.
Evie dressed quickly in dark jeans and a black jumper. Pulled her hair into a tight braid. Laced up boots with shaking hands.
Every movement felt significant. Final. Like preparing for battle even though she had no business being anywhere near one.
