Harper's head was spinning, her vision swimming a little from all the glasses she'd downed. She wasn't used to drinking this much, and the warmth buzzing through her veins made her braver—reckless even.
She let out a shaky laugh, her amber eyes glassy but still bright. "You know what?" she slurred, setting her empty glass down with a soft thud. "Speaking of pretending… I think I'm done with that."
Damian's blue eyes narrowed slightly, curious. "Done with what?"
"Acting like I'm not impressed by you," she confessed, words tumbling out before she could stop them. She leaned forward, elbow propped on the bar, her chin resting in her palm. "By who you really are."
A flicker passed through Damian's gaze, too quick to read. He tilted his head, studying her with that same unnerving calm. "You say that like you've figured me out."
