We Princes of Hell weren’t known for our restraint. Envy stopped before me, his chest nearly brushing mine. I smiled at him; there were no witnesses to worry about now. I held his stare, the tension growing palpable. I could have my dagger lodged in his chest in seconds. My hand grazed the hilt. Diplomacy wasn’t my strong suit and the thrill of the attack made my blood sing with my power.
