Damian's POV
They got back at seven in the evening.
The estate was lit up....warm light through every ground floor window, the feeling of a large house that had been occupied and tended all day by people who knew what they were doing.
Silas was at the door before they got there.
He looked at Eve.
She nodded once.
"Good," Silas said. He stepped back to let them in. "Raphael called."
Everyone stopped.
"When," Damian said.
"An hour ago," Silas said. "He sent a distress message just incase he doesn't makt it out because something happened inside the Court." He looked at Damian. "But he's out now. He's safe. And he has what you asked for."
Damian breathed in one controlled breath.
"Where is he?" Eve asked.
"Two hours from here," Silas said. "He's driving. He'll be here by nine."
***
Damon had food on the table minutes later, not a formal meal. Just bread, che ese and cold meat.
Eve sat down and ate without ceremony.
Damian sat beside her.
