Damian stepped out of the elevator, lurching his way down the hall. He had been careful while driving Marcie’s car; he knew that if there was a single dent or scratch, he would be skinned alive. He was exhausted. Damian wasn’t necessarily an energetic guy to begin with, but the fight had completely annihilated his reserves.
He weakly lifted his head up, checking the hallway. Lilith was lounging against the wall by the door of her apartment. She turned her head when he approached, a sly smile on her face as she set her eyebrows seductively. “Hey, Damian,” she greeted. “It’s rather late. It appears I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. Perhaps I could spend the night in yours? I promise, I’ll be gentle—”
“Not tonight, Lilith,” Damian shut her down, before adding, “I can’t do th
