He placed a hand at the small of my back. “My wife, Emilia di Carlo.” Gluttony’s attention shifted to me. His nose looked as if it had been broken once or twice, but that imperfection only succeeded in making him more interesting. His gaze raked over me and a spark of mischief flared. “Soon‑to‑be wife, from what I understand.” “Actually,” I cut in, “I haven’t decided to accept the bond.” “Hear that, brother?” Gluttony stepped away from his companions and tossed an arm around Wrath’s shoulders. “There’s hope for me yet.” “Breathe in her direction without her expressed permission, and she will
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