My eyes lock to hers. “But I am, my love. We both know my name will be on your lips tonight.” Her eyes flare. “Yes, when I call 911 to tell them I’ve murdered my fiancé.” Amusement twitches on my lips. I could volley with her all night, but the song finishes, and she leads me over to our table, where she downs a glass of water and fans herself with the menu. “I need the bathroom. But your new stepsister is coming over. Promise me you’ll behave.” “I’m not the one who’s been shooting death cannons from my eyes all night,” I mutter as Eve makes her way through the crowd toward us. “She’s young,
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