The night had deepened into a quiet, inky stillness, and most of the city was asleep when Damien walked out of Bar Luxor, carrying Salena in his arms. The cool night breeze brushed against his face as he tried to move quickly yet discreetly toward his car parked near the valet. Salena was a mess—beautiful, broken, and completely drunk. Her head rested on Damien’s shoulder, and she was laughing and crying at the same time, her voice slurred from the alcohol.
“Alec cheated on me,” she mumbled for the fifth time, giggling and then suddenly breaking into sobs. “He said he loved me… he said I was the only one… liar… Alec Blackwood is a liar…”
Damien’s jaw clenched tightly. He kept looking around nervously, hoping no paparazzi or business affiliates saw him. “s**t…” he cursed under his breath,
