Drake's POV:
I watched her from across the room, my gaze flickering over her as she fumbled with that damn door. Even through the confusion, even when she was cursing and practically ripping her own hair out in frustration, I couldn't help but see her — Eve.
There was something about the way she carried herself. That sharp edge to her words, the irritation in her tone. The way she clenched her jaw when something didn't go right. It was her. It had to be.
But it couldn't be.
Rose.
Yeah, that was her new name, right? She told me that herself. But God, I could see it in the little things — the way she held herself, the sharpness in her eyes, even the sarcasm that laced her voice like a damn melody. She was Eve, or at least, she had to be.
