Devina entered the packed kitchen, shoving people out of her way to get to Sibil, who was visibly declining as she had far surpassed her usual level of intoxication.
Others couldn’t tell as easily because Sibil was always a loose cannon at a party, even if she was sober. But Devina could see clearly that things were about to get rough.
She was too drunk and preoccupied with making Devina a drink to notice her arrival.
Standing beside Sibil was a tall, muscular man. He was easily 6’2 but he had damn near a suit of armor made of muscle all over his body. Like a bouncer or a football player.
“You must be Marcus?” Devina said with a friendly smile.
His eyes snapped to hers then immediately to the demi-god she had in tow behind her.
Something that resembled an angry frown seemed to flas
