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Damian’s feet move forward without much thought. He internally curses his child-like legs for moving so slow in such a dire moment, but despite the urge to slot himself in front of his brother and demand the wretch retract her touch, he cannot risk sprinting into action and making a scene.
He gets there in due time, stepping between the two just before the woman can lean in to ghost her cherry lipstick against Drake’s ear. His brother is entirely frozen, no trace of the sharp, well-spoken gentlemen that defends Damian from crude remarks anywhere in sight.
“Mrs. Barlowe,” Daman says pointedly, causing the woman to flinch. Good. She should be afraid. “My brother is not an object of pleasure for you to satisfy yourself with.”