"Happy birthday," Darius said to her, drinking in the sight of her even in that ugly fucking dress. "Sorry you have to endure my company." Tory laughed unashamedly and Darcy smirked, not caring about us hearing what she'd said either. "Prove us wrong for thinking that then, Dragon boy," Tory teased. "Maybe I'll even let you dance with me." Darius was practically fucking glowing with her undivided attention on him
