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Gentlemen of virtue are not nearly as nice As the wickedly sinful men of vice.
When the time came, Envy would play the game. He’d reclaim what was his, restore his court, and he’d never endanger his circle by becoming intrigued by a mortal again.
He wasn’t simply handsome, he was striking, his face a study of fine contradictions that made her fingers twitch with the urge to paint the hard, chiseled angles of his face, the soft curves of his lips, and those jewel-toned eyes that stood out against his bronze skin, forever capturing that devilish glint on canvas.
“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.”
“Death isn’t in my plan, pet.” A beat of silence passed. “Do not call me pet.” “Noted, kitten.”
