Eve's POV
The throne was closer than she expected.
Not the distance, she knew the distance, had measured it with her eyes from across the room. But the feeling of it. The warmth coming off it got stronger with every step and by the time she was ten feet away it was almost overwhelming.
Not painful.
Just...full.
Like walking toward a fire on a very cold night.
She kept walking.
Behind her she could feel her mates moving with her. Damian at her right. Damon at her left. Silas directly behind. The three bonds warm and steady and present.
Raphael had told them where to stand.
Damian at her right hand when she sat. Damon at her left. Silas directly behind the throne. Three points of a triangle. The bonded mates anchoring the binding completion from three directions.
Nobody had ever ascended with three bonded mates before.
Nobody knew what it would do to the completion time.
They were about to find out.
She was five feet away when Varek moved.
She felt it before she saw it.
