“Where is the lie? He did fail at playing coy and, in my opinion, Gluttony is the least clever of the seven princes.” Ryleigh coughed into her fist, but I was too annoyed to glance her way. “Gluttony doesn’t have Wrath’s mind for war or strategy, or Envy’s cunning for games, or Pride’s exceptional focus. All he does is indulge his sin by raking and ravishing. Those are hardly qualities to boast about.” “No one’s perfect, darling,” a deep voice interrupted from behind me. “But your opinion is personal, not factual.”
