“You’re mistaken,” I said. “There has never been any warmth between us, before or after that event.” “I left early, but Lust attended.” Envy turned to our other brother, his gaze calculating. “What do you remember?” “About the All-Sinners Ball?” Lust lifted a shoulder. “Not much. I do remember the spectacle of the viscount finding him with the viscountess, though.” Envy was silent for a moment. “Miss Saint Lucent—” “We could argue the point all night.” I cut him off. “That was a decade ago and no longer matters. End of discussion.”
