Thomas Shannon had a stomach full of questions, but before he could open his mouth, a soft body had already thrown itself into his embrace. Her unique scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of wine, lingered at the tip of his nose.
Sophie Sullivan pushed Harry out of his arms, raised a slender arm to loop it around his neck, and leaned into him. "…So sleepy," she murmured.
Thomas Shannon hardened his heart, his hand gripping her jaw. "Had enough fun out there? Finally decided to come back?"
Sophie Sullivan had drunk a lot with Lucifer tonight. The thought that he was returning to Country F and she wouldn't see him for a while brought an inevitable pang of farewell sadness. That sadness had led her to drink too much. If Lucifer hadn't stopped her, she might have ended up completely wasted.
Sophie Sullivan slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks aching from his grip. She hummed, "Thomas Shannon, let go."
"You had fun at dinner with Lucifer, did you? How much did you drink, hmm?"
