Eve's POV
They gave her a room.
Not the war room. Not Seraphine's study. A small sitting room off the main corridor, quiet and empty. Raphael steered her there without asking and closed the door.
She sat on the edge of a chair, put her hands in her lap, and looked at the floor.
The bond was still flooded, all three of them, relief and pride coming through in waves, she sat there and let it just wash over her. Damian wanted to come in. She could feel him outside the door, the effort it was costing him to stay out there.
She sent something back through the bond.
Give me a minute.
Felt him accept it.
Raphael sat across her and waited for her to catch her breath.
That was the thing about Raphael. He always knew when to give her space to breath. Knew when it needed filling and when it needed to be left alone.
For a while she just sat there and look around her, then everything that happened during the demonstration flooded her mind.
