The second Damian’s hand slid into mine, a murmur danced through the crowd like a breeze trailing flame. I let him guide me to the center of the open space—grass beneath our feet, lanterns casting a warm golden haze over the night. The music had shifted into something slower, smoother—like it knew it was time to mess with my equilibrium.
He pulled me close with practiced ease, one hand resting on the small of my back, the other holding mine like I was something both fragile and not to be underestimated.
"You clean up terrifyingly well," he murmured, those amber eyes locked on mine with a heat that made my spine arch slightly before I caught myself.
"I could say the same for you," I replied coolly, tilting my head. "But then I’d be rewarding your ego and I think it’s already at max capac
