Treachery

I’m that desperate.

“I should hate you right now,” I say, playing coy.

He cocks a brow and steps closer, our bodies brushing together as he lifts a finger to brush a stray hair from my face.

“Why’s that?”

“I think you know.”

Gri

“I don’t, but if you’d like to tell me about it, I’ll be happy to listen.”

Liar...

He’s not the only one.

After casting a quick glance at the people around us, I turn back to him and lower my voice. “We should talk somewhere else.”

Gabriel nods and wraps his fingers over my arm to lead me away.

Most would believe I’m the idiot falling for his charms. And most would be wrong for assuming that.

I haven’t spent the last few years falling victim to the socialite life my parents want for me. Not like everybody thinks I have.

Instead, I’ve spent them sharpening my edges, honing my skills and perfecting my game.

If our past has taught me anything, it’s that there’s no better person to play against than the silver-tongued devil beside me.