Eden POV

Standing in front of Dante and Ryder Golden, a wash between stress, shock and lust flushes down my face. Everything is warm in my blood, everything is hectic in my mind, and yet they stand here so calm, so collected, like nothing happened.

“Hey, kitten,” Dante purrs.

I shudder, having released them as quickly as I’d thrown myself at them, and Ryder grins mischievously.

“Let me come in and clean that cut,” Ryder says, moving past me ...