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