Ransom grins, slow and sure, one side of his mouth quirking up higher than the other in a way that makes him look sexy and rakish. Malice’s eyes seem to burn as he stares at me, and it’s as if he can see right through me, making my stomach flutter. Victor’s gaze is more assessing. There’s no obvious heat in his expression, not the way there is with Malice and Ransom, but there’s something approving in the way he studies me, as if he’s already found the most beautiful piece of art in the entire museum.
