Sophia's POV
His mouth was warm.
That was the first stupid thing my brain registered. Not the three hundred people watching. Not Marcus standing two feet away looking like someone had detonated a bomb in his chest. Not Dominic somewhere behind me radiating the specific fury of a man whose plan had just been set on fire.
Just that Damien's mouth was warm.
Then my brain caught up and I pulled back.
Damien let me. But his hands stayed on my waist and his eyes stayed on Marcus and the look on his face was the kind that ended conversations permanently.
The room was completely silent. I could hear cameras. I could hear whispering. I could feel the math being done in real time by three hundred people and I was going to have to live with whatever answer they reached.
"We're leaving," Domini
