His warm eyes turned to me. "Alice, I always take the girl's side. If Damon ever treats you poorly, come to me. I'll settle the score."
My cheeks went scarlet, half performance, half genuine shock. He'd stamped me as Damon's woman in front of everyone without blinking.
Across the table, Damian went rigid. Beside me, Damon didn't lift an eyelid, but his grip on my hand tightened before he caught himself and let go.
"By the way," Arthur said to Darius, "I heard you caught Bex the other day. Why didn't you bring her tonight?"
Darius set down his fork. When he looked up, he aimed his eyes at Arthur, yet somehow it felt like he was looking at me.
"Coincidence, Father. She faked a twisted ankle, and I was in a hurry. As for her," he paused, "I have no interest in her."
His gaze never left
