Viya's POV
Without waiting for his answer, I quickly shifted my gaze to Lucius, who was passed out on the couch. "Darren, could you help me get him to the car?" I asked, desperate for an exit.
I quickly shifted my gaze to Lucius, who was passed out on the couch. "Darren, could you help me get him to the car?" I asked, desperate for an exit.
"Sure thing," he replied, clearly relieved to escape the tension that had filled the room like toxic gas.
After Darren helped me get Lucius into the backseat, he turned to me with concern. "You sure you can manage? I could help you get him home."
I shook my head. "No need, but thank you."
"Don't mention it," he said with a genuine smile. "Head home safe. Oh, and don't forget about my birthday—you're definitely coming."
I hesitated
