Damian had one arm wrapped around Hazel and the other around Racheal as they sat pressed against his sides, while Ruby comfortably occupied his lap with absolutely no intention of moving anytime soon.
The carriage gently swayed as the Hellfire Nighthawk carried them through the darkness above the Underworld, but inside the luxurious cabin, the atmosphere was closer to that of a celebration than a secret journey to meet representatives of the council. Ruby held a large jug of wine above Damian's face while everyone else watched with childish anticipation.
"Are you ready?" Ruby asked with a mischievous smile.
Damian narrowed his eyes drunkenly. "Why do I feel like I'm about to regret this?"
"You agreed already," Hazel said.
"I don't remember agreeing to anything."
"That's because you were drunk when you agreed."
Damian pointed a finger at her. "That sounds like manipulation."
Racheal laughed against his shoulder. "Just drink."
