Harper’s eyes went wide, and she threw her hands up in dramatic horror. “No way!”
Ashcroft, stiff and rigid beside her, echoed the sentiment instantly, voice low and clipped. “No way.”
Damien’s smirk widened, the kind that promised trouble, clearly reveling in the chaos he’d stirred. In one fluid motion, he lifted the glass of amber liquid, drained it in a single, smooth swallow, and set the glass down with a soft clink that echoed in the room like a punctuation mark.
“Well,” he drawled, eyes flicking between Ashcroft and Harper, “looks like you two have a little… unfinished business to figure out. Besides… you’ve already hooked up, haven’t you? Might as well make it official.”
Both Harper and Ashcroft froze, faces contorted in horror, words failing them. Damien’s grin only grew wider,
