"Daemon–"
He interrupted Evelyn's protest with a look from his calm dark eyes. A quiet but domineering look.
"Let's go. Let me take you home."
He took her hand and pulled her. She could only relent after seeing his face, and she looked at Marc, hoping he would not try to do what he should not. It was not only for him, but more for the one pulling her by the hand that she was worried.
She then turned back to the latter. His profile made her remember the past, the always quiet but protective side of the man she used to love, that she still loved.
"Hey, what about me? Are you lovebirds leaving me behind?"
Daemon stopped, but didn't look back at Dinaia. He held his hand out to Evelyn:
"Let me have your purse for a moment."
"Hm."
