“What is your issue this morning?” I demanded. “If you’d like to host the competition, by all means. Take up that mantle. You’re clearly succumbing to either envy or wrath, and I don’t have time to entertain you.” “Careful,” Lust said, a low note of warning ringing in his voice. “That’s not an accusation you want to make lightly, Gabriellis, especially when you’ve been lusting after someone you hate for years.” Our gazes clashed and held, like two titans battling it out. Silence fell like a thick blanket of snow. “If you’re referring to Miss Saint Lucent, have the intestinal fortitude to say
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