"I knew you'd see reason," Eve said suddenly, but Damon completely ignored her.
Nyla looked like she wanted to say something, her jaw clenched tight, but she swallowed it down. The other group members exchanged questioning looks, which Damon half answered.
"She'll support from the back. Long range with her revolver, so she stays out of direct contact unless necessary." His tone made it sound less like an introduction and more like a warning.
As he spoke, he caught Torren staring at Eve with barely concealed displeasure — the kind that wasn't performed for an audience. It was too instinctive, too personal.
'He's not happy she's joining.'
His reaction back in the meeting room and again just now made one thing clear: if Eve was running some kind of play, Torren wasn't part of it. He hadn't been let in.
