Page 36 of Deathless & Divided

Damian ignored the curious gazes watching them as he strolled through the swarm of people separating on the floor while he walked past.

“I look like a child, put me down right now,” Lily ordered. “I can walk, you know.”

“No, if you act like a child, you’ll be treated like one.”

“Damian!”

“How many drinks did you have?” he asked.

“A few.”

“A few?”

Lily huffed, pressing the perky mounds of her tits into his shoulder. “You’re not my goddamn babysitter, Damian. You can’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink. This is undignified. Put me down.”

“Would you rather I call Dino to come get you?”

Lily froze. “No.”

“Stop fighting and let me get you out of here, then.”

“Fine,” Lily said quietly, all the fight in her voice gone.

“Seriously, how many drinks?” Damian asked as a familiar bouncer waved him through the front entrance.

“Five, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Definitely not seven,” Lily muttered.

Damian chuckled and he felt Lily tense all over as the sound rocked her body against his. “Why the party tonight?”

“Abriella suggested it earlier. Trying to get my mind off things.”

“The wedding?” Damian asked.

“Something like that,” Lily replied under her breath. Damian felt Lily’s elbow dig into his shoulder as she propped her hand into her palm. “Who called you?”

“Tommas.”

“Little rat.”

Damian didn’t grace that with a response. The late June air outside of the club was cooler than inside, packed with all those drunk, dancing people. Lily sucked in a huge breath as Damian strolled across the parking lot with her still slung over his shoulder. At least she’d stopped fighting. He appreciated that.

“Did you tell Dino or Theo?” Lily asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my responsibility,” Damian answered honestly.

“Since when?”

“Since we became engaged.”

Lily made a disgruntled noise under her breath. “Great.”