The air thickened, our breaths tangling. My body swayed closer, his thumb traced my jaw, and I felt the shift— the moment when this could turn into something far more dangerous than a kiss.
A clink of glass shattered the moment. We pulled apart just as a waiter appeared with drinks. I grabbed one to cover my flushed face and embarrassment, gulping it too quickly, ignoring Damon’s amused look, unaware of just how wrong things were about to go.
It tasted sharp— off— but I dismissed it. Probably just my nerves.
I grabbed another, slowly sipping.
Then the air turned colder.
Amara and Anaida approached, hands clasped like co-conspirators. Their gazes were knives.
“Oh, you’re still here,” Amara sneered.
“Why don’t you leave him alone now that his fiancée is here? Unless, of course, you wa
