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It was why he’d created his cardinal rule—he would spend only one night, ever, with a lover.
Camilla bristled at the question, though her reaction made little sense.
It took another second for her to realize that Lord Synton’s two strong hands had steadied her, preventing her from spilling her drink. The coldness in his gaze was at odds with the burning she felt where he gripped her tightly, his long fingers easily fitting around her upper arms.
“You saw me but didn’t say hello? I’m wounded, Miss Antonius.” Synton’s voice was like a deep rumble of thunder in her ear as he finally dropped his hands but didn’t step back. “Perhaps I was getting the lay of the land. A lady must know where it’s safe to step,” she quipped. “Yet you’re stepping all over my ego.” “Forgive me, my lord. I had no idea you’d be so easily damaged.”
But Synton wasn’t looking at her at all. He was coolly staring Vexley down. His expression had turned so frosty with displeasure, for a moment she swore she could see her breath in the air. “Do you always lay claim to things that don’t belong to you, Vexley?” Camilla’s lips parted in shock. Did Synton sound… jealous?
“Do you make a habit of spying on ladies, my lord?” “Only the ones who declare they’d never marry me without a proper hello, then get jealous over the idea of me having a tryst with someone else.”
She wished she hated his heated stare, but it made her feel breathless, like a fire crackling to life. “Do you believe I’m a gentleman, Miss Antonius? I’d wager your heart is beating so wildly because deep down you hope I’m not.”
“You’re mistaken. I don’t think of you at all, Lord Synton.” The smile that had been teasing the edges of Synton’s mouth turned into a full grin, showing off a pair of dimples she hadn’t noticed before. “Another bold and interesting lie.”
“We… we could have died.” “Death isn’t in my plan, pet.” A beat of silence passed. “Do not call me pet.” “Noted, kitten.”
STOP HAHAHA
Perhaps he also smiled because he realized he liked annoying her. Despite the strict rules of this society that tried to tame women, she bit back. He enjoyed seeing her teeth.
For the first time since she’d entered this realm, Camilla’s heart raced for an entirely different reason. It seemed her true test of will was about to begin. And this time, she had little hope of winning. Brushing off magic was one thing, but ignoring her growing desire was something else entirely. And this sinful realm knew it.
And even more surprising, thus far she’d seemed to avoid most influence, furthering his growing suspicion that she was keeping a secret. But Envy knew that when sleep eventually pulled her under, Camilla would succumb to the wicked realm. No being—not even the strongest vampires, shape-shifters, or Fae—could withstand the seductive pull of the Sin Corridor. And that was without the physical attraction already sizzling between them.
The tiny one-room cabin was dark and windowless, the square space taken up almost entirely by one large bed. And by bed Envy meant the thick layers of pine boughs he’d braided into a lush platform.
they're literally sleeping on pine needles. crazy
He allowed himself a brief fantasy of a different story unfolding. Of his House being robust, filled with life and art, and demons who collected all manner of objects and items to inspire his sin in their circle mates. Envy wanted to see Camilla’s gaze sweep over everything when it was as glimmering and wondrous as it used to be. He wanted to know if she’d like his House, his galleries, his curiosities. His bedchamber. And that was dangerous. He shouldn’t want any of it.
HEHEHEHE
“Touch her”—his voice was laced with malice, even as it faded to a mere whisper—“and I’ll annihilate you all.”
“I won’t permit anything to hurt you. True?” “Yes. But—” “There is no but, pet. Nothing will harm you.” He smoothed a hand down her spine. “Do you trust me?” She laughed, pushing back from his embrace. “Not at all.” He gave her a wolfish grin.
“You can trust me with your life, Camilla. That is something precious. Something I’d never play with. No matter what game is happening. Truth?” Camilla held his gaze for a long moment, then went to fetch her cloak.
Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.
