Damon, Joey, and Victor stood outside the door of Damon's apartment. The hallway was quiet, the sun coming from the windows just starting to lean toward the afternoon. The others from their group had already split off earlier, especially Ash, who left with a swollen lip and a bruised ego.
Victor knocked twice.
The door didn't take long to swing open.
But "swing" wasn't the right word.
It was yanked open, aggressively, like whoever was behind it had been waiting for hours.
Standing there, side by side, were Aoife and Macey.
Damon barely got a word out before both women locked eyes on him, ignoring Joey and Victor like they didn't even exist.
"There he is!" Aoife smiled wide, her arms already pulling Damon in before he could step forward.
Macey was no different, grabbing his other arm, speaking quickly, proud and warm. "My champion! Look at you! My handsome boy!"
Victor, still outside, chuckled under his breath. "Toughest fight he's had all week."
