He found his brothers first.
Not Eve. His brothers.
Not because Eve didn't have the right to be there. Because this was pack. And pack came to the alpha first.
Damon read Vessa's note.
Handed it to Silas.
Silas read it.
Set it on the table.
The three of them stood in the study and nobody said anything for a moment.
"Within the hour," Damon said.
"Yes," Damian said.
"He walked out of your study and...." Damon stopped. His jaw was tight. "He sat across from Silas every morning for three weeks. He had access to the border rotation. The east wing schedule. The names of...." He stopped again.
"Damon," Silas said.
"I know," Damon said. "I know."
He turned to the window.
Stood there with his back to the room.
Shoulders tight. The specific tension of someone keeping something inside through will alone.
Silas looked at Damian.
Damian looked at the note.
"How do we want to do this," Silas said.
