Chapter 35. Deal

Arriving home, Damon stopped at the front door, sniffing the air. His brows knitted, confused by the scent lingering behind it. He knew she was there, but what was she doing? Waiting for him? And why was he getting a whiff of alcohol?

Patting down his dress shirt, he twisted the knob and stepped in. His hands slipped into his pockets when he found her standing by the front door as expected. He looked her over, frown deepening the more he saw. Her clothes reeked of alcohol, as if she’d just done rolling around in a tub full of it. She looked filthy too, with flour stains all over her skin and hair. And crumbs littered around her mouth, with a messy trail behind her feet.

She was drunk, but where the hell did she get her hands on alcohol?

His eyes darted, landing on the culprits peeking out from behind the corner. They ran off the moment he spotted them and went for the stairs, almost falling over.

Clenching his jaw, Damon tried to swallow his anger. He should’