She found Damon in the training room. Eve stood in the doorway and watched him. The way he moved. The precision of each strike. The control wrapped around something that wanted to break loose.
He saw her and stopped. Caught the bag with both hands and held it still.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said.
She crossed the room and he pulled off his gloves and turned to face her. His shirt was soaked through with sweat. His breathing was elevated but controlled. His eyes were sharp and tracking her face for something she could not name.
"Tomorrow," she said.
"Tomorrow," he agreed.
"It's real."
"It has always been real." He reached out and pulled her in. His arms came around her and she put her face against his chest and breathed him in. He smelled like sweat and pack and home.
"I'm afraid," she said against his chest.
"Good," he said. "Afraid means you are taking it seriously."
She almost laughed. "Silas said the same thing."
"Silas is smarter than he looks."
