The first thing Eve noticed when she woke up was that she couldn't move without everything screaming.
Literally every muscle in her body had apparently filed a formal complaint overnight and elected pain as their spokesperson. Her ribs ached in a way that suggested at least two of them had opinions about being used as Katerina's personal punching surface. Her left wrist throbbed with dull persistence. The cut above her eyebrow had scabbed over, pulling tight and itchy against her skin every time she frowned.
She frowned now, testing the sensation.
Yep. That was unpleasant.
"Don't do that," Damian said, from approximately three inches away.
Eve turned her head....carefully, because her neck had also submitted a complaint...and found all three of her mates arranged around the bed with the energy of men who had absolutely not slept and were absolutely not going to admit it.
