[EVE]
Everything was going smoothly—too smoothly, in fact—until the doorbell rang.
I froze.
There was no delivery scheduled. No visitors expected.
But in my gut, I knew. I knew who it was.
Of course he knew I had returned—and of course he knew exactly where I was, even though I hadn't said a single word about this place. He always knew. He always knew everything.
A chill ran down my spine, and every cell in my body screamed, Do not open that door.
Unfortunately, Dean, who was already making himself at home like this was his apartment, had other plans.
"Oooh, visitors!" he sang, practically skipping to the door like he was about to welcome long-lost friends to a surprise party.
"Dean, wait—" I started, my voice barely above a whisper.
Too late.
He swung the door open.
And just like I had feared—no, predicted—Cole was standing there.
Right behind him was Zen.
Everything stilled.
