From across the room, Sugar tilted her head slightly, her lips curving in quiet amusement.
She almost laughed.
Almost.
Because the sight in front of her was far too satisfying.
Damian stood rigid, every line of his body drawn tight with restraint as he watched Scott guide Ava across the dance floor.
It wasn't subtle.
Not to her.
Not to anyone paying close enough attention.
The tension in him.
The stillness that wasn't calm, it was anything but that. that much was obvious.
Sugar lifted her glass slightly, her eyes never leaving him.
"I told you," she murmured under her breath.
Beside her, Vance didn't respond immediately.
His gaze was fixed too.
But unlike hers...
There was no amusement in his expression anymore.
Only calculation.
Only something darker.
"That's not good," he said finally.
Sugar's brow lifted faintly, though her smile didn't fade. "No?"
