“Fuck. Eve, it’s me. It’s Drex,” I tell her, keeping my voice low, not expecting it to matter. But it does. The second she hears my voice, her head pops up, and those watery green eyes meet mine with so much relief. A small piece of something inside my chest breaks free, and an ache instantly forms. Rarely ever does someone look relieved to see me, and those protective instincts are suddenly on high alert.
