POV: EVE
Eve was pacing when she heard the elevator.
She'd been awake since 4:47 AM, the exact moment Dimitri had left the bed without explanation. Business, he'd said. A temple kiss and nothing else.
That was three hours ago.
Three hours of cold coffee, unanswered texts, and the growing sense that something was very, very wrong.
Nonna was in the kitchen, pretending to prepare breakfast but actually watching Eve with that knowing expression that said she understood more than she was letting on.
"Cara," Nonna said gently. "Sit. Eat something."
"I'm not hungry," Eve said, her eyes fixed on the elevator doors.
"You've been pacing for an hour."
"He's keeping something from me," Eve said. "Again."
They both remembered what it took to bring her back.
The elevator chimed.
Eve stopped pacing.
The doors opened, and Dimitri stepped out. Mike was behind him, and that....Mike being there....immediately told Eve this wasn't a normal business meeting.
