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If there were people at this party that didn't want to be there, you could certainly count Darien Dobbs among them. To say that it had been a rough week would have been an understatement... it wasn't every day that you found out your twin sister had been attacked by Death Eaters and was fucked up enough about it to live in a disgusting, broken, trashed flat for months on end and tell no one about it. And then, of course, when your brother had to be the one to actually tell you, and not her, despite that he was pretty bloody sure that twins was supposed to mean there was some kind of bond to be had--

--not that he would tell Dianna that. As it was, he was just too concerned about her to tell her just how frustrated he was with the whole thing, which Darien was sure was not helping this building feeling in his gut that made him want to just punch someone in the face.

So, understandably, when Marissa had invited him to come to this party with her, Darien had not been jumping up and down in anticipation. But he had gone, because he needed the distraction and he had had a good time with her that night at the club, and... Nope, really those were the only reasons. He couldn't even pretend to care that it was a big event and there were actual stars hanging out in every direction. Tugging at his suit collar as his eyes searched the venue for his date, all he wanted to do was get out of there already.

It took a great deal of mental pushing, but Darien forced himself to walk over once he had caught sight of Marissa, and he forced a smile. "Hey, pretty lady," he tried. Something was just not all-there about the way he said it, but he could hardly help that. He just hoped she didn't know him well enough to notice the difference. Against the vibrant yellow of her dress, his eyes had not yet caught sight of the less-than-normal appendage she was sporting.