The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #1)

by Brigitte Knightley

It was hard, being perfect in an imperfect world, but Aurienne managed. If she had a flaw, it was that she was the Best, and she knew she was the Best. Some called it arrogance. She called it competence untainted by performative humility.

“There’s something stirring about these sincere cruelties of yours.”

(It occurred to him, by the by, that if a man liked things sharp and pretty, Fairhrim was the sort of woman the man might begin to fancy if he wasn’t careful. However: the man mustn’t be stupid. That way lay folly.)