ROSALIE’s POV
They were not going to leave.
I knew by how Adrian relaxed into the chair, getting settled, and the way Lucian watched me without blinking. Whatever game they had decided to play tonight, I wanted no part of it. Damon was already gone and the evening was already ruined. Sitting there under the weight of their attention while nearby tables pretended not to listen suddenly felt unbearable.
I’m not doing this, I said to myself and stood up abruptly.
“Fine. You too have a nice dinner without me, I’m leaving.”
I did not wait for a reply. I gathered my small purse, slid the chair back, and walked toward the entrance with as much composure as I could manage. The cool night air hit my face the moment I stepped outside. My steps halted and I stood on the curb, breathing deeply in
