Damian's POV
The moment she slid into the backseat, the scent of gin and citrus flooded my senses. My wolf stirred immediately, restless and hungry.
Aria settled against the leather seat, her dress riding up slightly as she crossed her legs. Those green eyes met mine—hazy, unfocused, but still sharp enough to make my pulse kick.
"You didn't answer my question," she said, words just slightly slurred. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you get home safely." I signaled Rick to drive.
"Stalking me, you mean."
A smile tugged at my lips. Even drunk, she had bite. "If I were stalking you, little wolf, you wouldn't have noticed until I wanted you to."
She snorted, then hiccupped. "I'm not a wolf."
"You smell like one tonight."
"That's—" She paused, frowning. "That
