Riley's POV
One of Zoey's friends practically drapes herself across Zoey's shoulder, her voice slurred with alcohol. "Who would have thought the little human actually knew how to party?" I think her name is Jade, though I've never bothered to remember for sure. Mason's hand tightens protectively against my lower back, drawing me closer to his warmth. The gesture sends an unexpected flutter through my stomach.
Zoey shoves her friend away with obvious irritation. "I always knew," she says, shooting me an encouraging smile. "Unlike some people, I'm not completely blind to what's right in front of me."
Zoey's glare could cut glass as she stares down Jade. Mason lets out a low chuckle beside me, the sound rumbling through his chest.
