Damian sprinted outside at record speed.

Spotting the car idling at the gates, his panic made him fumble with the lock. It took several tries before the gates finally swung open.

River rolled down the window as Damian approached.

“Rosalie’s asleep. Carrying her all that way would be quite the effort even for you. I’ll get Enzo to drive in.”

“Oh, okay. Rosalie’s asleep, is she? She—” Damian’s words died in his throat when he saw River’s face and neck covered in lipstick smudges.

Oh, god. His sister had really done it this time.

She had turned River into a human graffiti wall.

River directed Enzo to drive further in and stop at the door to the main building. Without waiting for Damian, he carried Rosalie inside. Not knowing where her room was, he deposited her on the living room sofa. She was out cold like a log.

However, River was not in a hurry to leave. Once Damian was inside, he said to him, “Look at what your sister’s done to me. I was just about to say goodbye to Mr. Lamber