“Perhaps you ought to think about joining House Envy,” he said, far too casually. He was baiting me. I knew it. The office of nosy reporters who drew in a sharp breath knew it. And yet… “Why would I do that?” I asked. As if my question granted him permission to cross the room, the prince was suddenly before me, his lips almost touching the shell of my ear as he leaned in and dropped his voice. “You’re clearly jealous, Miss Saint Lucent. If you’d like to visit my bed, say the word. I’d hate to leave you in such a distressed state when I can indulge your obvious desire.” A fresh wave of
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