“I’m surprised you tore yourself away from Camilla,” I said. “Trouble at home already, brother?” Envy’s expression shuttered. “My fiancée is tending to her gallery in Waverly Green.” Lust’s smile turned wicked. He loved sharing gossip, especially when it needled one of us. Which meant this ought to be good. “He’s pissy because Wolf went with her.” “Ah. Jealousy,” I mocked softly. “So necessary to stoke your sin, but gods’ blood you look ready to put your fist through a wall. Camilla really knows how to work you up.”
