*twenty minutes before being taken*
“That betrothed of yours,” The Wicked Wolf mocks, dragging out the word through gritted teeth as he took me to the dance floor. “He has a way with words.”
I blinked up at him, surprised that he was listening in on Hugo and I. Especially since he had a vast sea of women in front of him, all begging for his attention.
“What did he say to you again? How it is his right to cheat and lie?” A flash of something wicked went through his molten eyes. His hand on mine, the one with Hugo’s ring, tightens. It’s as if he wanted to squeeze it off me. “He’s quite something. Your father sure knows how to pick them.”
I shrugged, ignoring his dig against my father. “With everything else going on, you heard that? I thought your attention would be elsewhere.”
A devil
