I turned, already knowing who I’d find, my pulse speeding in anticipation. Except it wasn’t her. I schooled my expression to hide my conflicted feelings. “Eden.” She leaned against the refreshment table by the door, a book pressed to her chest like a shield. I wondered how long she’d been there, watching us. I scanned her quickly, understanding why Lust had fought so valiantly. Eden Everhart exuded grace and poise. She was exactly the sort of challenge my brother couldn’t resist. That she was currently part of a competition to win my hand wouldn’t be a deterrent, sham of an event or not. Lust
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