[EVE]
"Dean?"
He pulled off his shades, and the man who emerged was not the boyish, carefree guy I remembered. His eyes were colder, sharper. His smile was more a warning than a welcome.
"Yes, it's me," he said, stepping forward.
Then he looked at Dave, Dutch, and the others—his expression turning murderous.
"How dare you lay a hand on my sister," he said, voice like thunder. "And pretend to be her family? That alone is enough for me to have you all killed."
Sister?
My head spun. I stared at Dean, my breath caught somewhere in my throat. "W-What?"
Dean turned to me then, and his expression softened. Only slightly. "There's a lot you don't know, Eve. But right now, what matters is that I'm here. You're safe. And those parasites—" He gestured behind him, "—are never going to touch you again."
