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 and into the living room.
I press my hand into his chest, eyeing the bedroom doors that are open wide enough for Jack to see, and hear, everything going on. A variety of apprehension builds in my chest. I don’t need to wake Jack up right now.
“The cut is fine,” I say, wiping my cheek with my wrist. The amount of blood isn’t as bad as it looks: it
