Eve reached him before anyone else could react.
She stopped close enough that Nyla's grip on Damon's arm visibly tightened, not dramatically, just the particular adjustment of someone who had noticed something and chosen not to comment on it yet.
"Do you have a minute?" Eve asked, her gaze moving to Nyla's grip on Damon for a moment before looking back at him. "I have something important to discuss. I thought you might want to hear it. Maybe I can come to your room like yesterday?"
A smile flashed across Eve's face that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Nyla's grip tightened another fraction.
But before she could say whatever was forming behind her brown eyes, a calm voice cut across the noise of the hall.
"Damon."
Ivy appeared at his other side. She looked composed at first, but as Damon turned to meet her gaze, there was something about it that screamed anger.
