Chapter 39

• Their mothers! Who the hell did they think they were, every single one of them?” I clenched my fist, the anger bubbling up uncontrollably. Had Damien not reacted fast, his jaw might’ve cracked from the force of my punch.
• “Girls shouldn’t swear,” he said, brows knitted, though there was a hint of something softer like amusement in his voice.
• I was drunk deeply, maddeningly drunk but somewhere beneath the haze, I could feel the warmth of his arms holding me, steady and safe. It wasn’t just physical warmth; there was no threat in him. Slowly, I let my body relax against his, slurring as I settled in his lap.