Elena's POV

I cursed Damien silently for being shameless, yet my attention wavered when I noticed the fresh blood on his palm. My stomach twisted in worry despite myself.

Before I could dwell on it, he leaned against me. Instinctively, I hugged him, the sharp scent of alcohol reaching my nose. My heart skipped a beat.

“Damien , are you crazy? You’re injured and drinking?” I asked, panic rising.

“Hmm. I wasn’t feeling well, so I drank a little,” he murmured, his chin resting ...