DAMIAN’S POV
I hurriedly slammed the bottle onto the table, secretly praying I didn’t smell like cigars and bad life choices.
Elis straightened up beside me, cigarette still dangling lazily from his fingers. His eyes went comically wide behind those glasses the second Vicky stepped into the light.
And damn, Vicky was a whole event tonight: tiny neon-pink mini dress that looked painted on, hair in wild mermaid waves down to her waist, lips glossy red, and heels so high they should come with a warning label.
She looked like trouble.
Elis recovered faster than I expected, though. He tore his gaze away, blinked quickly.
With a flick of his wrist, he stubbed out the cigarette, ran a hand through his hair like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to look human, and then stepped forward t
