Eve’s POV

By the time the storm eased, the house had gone quiet too. I sat by the edge of the bed clutching Danny’s shirt in my hand. My knuckles had gone pale against the fabric. He was asleep now exhausted from the drama and chaos of the night.

I could still feel Dorian’s touch against my face, the way his fingers shook when he took the ropes off me.The door creaked open and Malik walked in, his hair still damp from the rain, his eyes moved from the bed before landing on me

“Hey, ...