"Arianna."
His voice blazed through the music.
I turned, no, stumbled toward the sound, heels wobbling, brain fuzzed with liquor and laughter.
Oh crap.
Damian Salvatore.
Stone-faced. Furious. Unamused.
Emily shot to her feet beside me. “I tried to stop her,” she blurted, hands up like a guilty accomplice in a mission gone wrong.
Damian didn’t even...