Camilla stalked over and slapped Envy’s face. She knew it wouldn’t harm him, so it was more a show of temper than anything else. He raised his brows. “To what do I owe that honor?”

It never ceased to amaze her that even the most level-headed man could become so simpleminded with the promise of sin.

From the moment Synton strode into her gallery she’d felt drawn to him, a bit of that bright-eyed girl returning, longing to be wanted madly. More fool her, she supposed.

“Isn’t that against the rules?” Alexei flashed her a grim look. “There are no rules.”

“Are you completely mad?” “Not yet.”

“His Highness said to wear these.” He held up two beautiful cuffs: wide silver bands fitted with what looked to be a hundred ruby shards. “He said, and I quote, put them on and pretend he’s cuffed you to his bed.”

“I am nothing like him, Miss Antonius.” Something dangerous flared in his gaze. Did he just read my mind? “Of course not. Control your expressions. They betray your thoughts as clearly as speech.”

“You will do no such thing,” Camilla said. “Aside from the promise of a vicious assault on his groin, I also threatened to bite him if he stood in my way.” Lust made a strangled sound. “I see.” Envy schooled his features into bland interest, giving away none of the amusement he felt at the thought of Camilla unknowingly sinking her teeth into a vam

Envy was fighting the equivalent of eight hundred mortal men and a vampire with immortal strength of his own. The demon prince turned, saw the raging beasts descending, lifted his dagger, and smiled.