Page 147 of Deathless & Divided

“A lot,” Dino said, grinning. “But I know my brother and sister won’t be one of them. Remember what I told you when I first asked you to my place that day? Theo is smart as long as he keeps his heart out of the game. He’ll have all the control on the DeLuca side of things now. Keep an eye on him and see how far he goes. As for Lily?”

Damian’s jaw ticked. “She’s got me.”

“Exactly. She’s got you. We both know you’ll never let a thing happen to her. I got everything I wanted out of this. Your feelings don’t matter to me.”

Damian swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. “And what about you, Dino?”

“What about me?”

“Where are you planning on going?” Damian asked.

“Wherever in the hell I want to.” Dino brushed Damian’s hands off him and pushed away from the stall. “Smile, Damian. It’s your goddamn wedding day.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lily sighed in relief as Damian pulled off her heels. After being in the damn things for a good twelve hours straight, she was happy to see them go. She couldn’t hide the little moan that escaped as Damian’s strong, deft fingers worked the arches of her feet.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“So good.”

Damian hummed and kissed her calf. “Happy to help, sweetheart.”

“They’re beautiful shoes.”

“Well, beautiful on you,” Damian said, chuckling. “Sexy, actually.”

Lily smiled, watching her new husband as his massage went from her feet to her calves. “Oh?”

“Very. Beautiful legs, Lily.”

She pursed her lips. “I’m shorter than you by inches even in heels.”

“Don’t care,” Damian said, humming sexily. “Even if you are shorter than me.”

“And you love my legs.”

Damian flashed a sinful smirk. “Best in Chicago.”

Lily shivered as Damian’s hands drove higher under her wedding dress, kneading and pressing into her soft flesh. He worked every single last kink and soreness out of her tired legs without ever looking away from her.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Lily said softly.

Damian’s gaze flicked away. “Am I?”

His inability to look at her again said it all.

“What is up, Damian?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

“Damian—”

“Lily,” Damian interjected, his tone offering no room for arguing. “I said it’s nothing.”

Lily didn’t believe him for a second. She had the distinct feeling that because it was their wedding night, Damian wanted to spend the evening without all the muss and fuss going on outside of the hotel walls. He probably wanted it to be just them and no one else. Lily didn’t mind dropping whatever it was.

“You’ll tell me tomorrow, right?” she asked.