"You may sit, Eva." Cain motioned her to the couch, "I will bring drinks."
Eva watched him walk away before turning her attention to Matthew and Abel. Matthew a hand at the side of Abel's neck, whispering something soft that was making the alpha smile.
Abel nodded once, bowing, then turned to Eva with a smile that made her hold her breath. "Eva, welcome."
The young alpha shifted, rubbing her gloved hands together, "thank you for allowing me into your home."
Abel sat across from her, just beyond the coffee table. "This is also your home as well, you know this."
Eva gave him a nervous smile, nodding, "of course."
Cain exited the kitchen with a tray of water, setting it down on the coffee table, he sat beside Abel. Eva breathed in relief when Matthew sat beside her, putting a hand on her knee. "Are you alright?"
"Yes."
Abel crossed his legs, sitting back, "are you sure?"
She quickly turned her attention to the other alpha, lips parting, "I-"
"Are you sure you are alright?"
"No." Eva swallowed, "no, I am not."
-
"Okay, okay, okay." Abigail twirled in her dress, "tell me."
Eva looked up from her bare feet slowly, "you look -beautiful."
"Okay but -okay -you cannot say that." Abigail puffed, "say something else. Something that I can believe."
"Why would you not believe that? You always look beautiful, Abi-"
"Exactly! That is exactly why I cannot believe that!" Abigail dropped her arms, "þú segir alltaf að ég sé falleg, Eva." (You always say I'm beautiful, Eva."
Eva smirked, "vegna þess að þú ert." (Because you are.)
"Notaðu annað orð, alfa." (Use another word, alpha.)
Eva scooted forward a little, crossing her arms and spreading her legs. "If you were an omega, I'd have you."
Abigail stopped smiling, "if I was an omega."
Eva nodded, her smirk faltering, "if."
"But not like this -as an alpha?"
"No," Eva licked her lips, "I'd have you just like that."
Abigail eyes fell slowly, "how would you -have me -as an alpha?"
Eva exhaled, "Ég get sýnt þér betri en ég get sagt þér." (I can show you better than I can tell you.)
-
"Hey Deme..." Abigail closed her twin's door behind her, leaning on it, "getting ready for bed?"
Demetrius was midway through putting on his shirt, "yes, we have school tomorrow."
"We do..." Abigail whistled, "Can we talk -can I talk?"
"You often do." Deme sat on the bed, "we can."
"I do not want to bother you."
"You never do." Demetrius patted the seat beside him, "come."
She kicked off the door, sitting next to her brother, "it is about Eva."
"Eva," Demetrius repeated, "is she okay?"
"Yes, I was just on the phone with her -she is well."
