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[EVE]
Dante slowly slid the scalpel back into his coat. "You're lucky I've had therapy."
Damien raised an eyebrow. "Have you, though?"
My lips twitched—just slightly.
It was absurd how quickly they could shift the mood. How instinctively they tried to lift the weight. It wasn't forced, either. It was just them. My brothers. My chaotic, overprotective, wonderful brothers.
"I'm proud of you," Damien said, turning to me. "For saying what needed to be said. For standing your ground."
Dean finally wriggled free and adjusted his designer jacket like it had been personally offended. "Honestly, I was prepared for more fireworks. Maybe a dramatic slap. You disappointed me a little."
"Want me to slap you instead?" I offered, voice dry.
He raised a brow. "Please. At least take me to dinner first."
