"I wanna say this isn't what it looks like, but that sounds like a pointless endeavor."
Damon closed his eyes, his hands still resting on Renata's waist.
He could still feel Sylvia's murderous intent crawling over his skin.
'Huh, why am I getting worked up? I'm single. I don't owe anyone an explanation,' he thought with a frown.
Yet for whatever reason, he felt it was wiser not to voice those thoughts. There was no need to add fuel to the flames.
He shifted his legs slightly, a clear signal for Renata to get off him, but the moment she saw Lilith, she smiled instead.
"Ahh, my lord. It seems our secret affair was discovered. I suppose we should have gone somewhere more private."
Sylvia's murderous intent exploded.
Damon sighed. Renata, what the hell was she doing. Throwing him under the carriage like that.
Thud.
He pushed her off his lap.
That was what she got for making him look bad. No, for making him look worse than he already did.
