“Damon invited me,” I said.

“Out of politeness,” she scoffed.

“Do yourself a favor.

Eat something, congratulate them, and leave quietly.” “That,” I said, “depends entirely on them.”

Chapter 14 — Two Things

Damon found me a few minutes later, a flute of champagne in his hand, Sloane drifting up beside him with an expression far less certain than his — her eyes went straight to the folder under my arm and stayed there.

“Delia,” he said, my name a small jab in his mouth.