Page 51 of Heartless Sinner

She shook her head. “You two are like watching a chess match between two horny psychos. If gambling were legal here, I’d put every cent I had that this party would end with one of you drowning the other.”

“If that’s the case, Poseidon is about to have a new male friend.”

Elodie stole my glass—that now only had ice—from my hand. “Which means no more alcohol for you. Water only.”

Groaning, I threw my head back. “We’re at a party. The only water here is below us, and that’s not hydrating.”

“Eat the ice then.”

“Boo!” I grabbed the glass back before she could stop me and sucked an ice cube from it, crunching it loudly with zero elegance of a princess.

The second Elodie looked away, I stole another glance at Brooks.

At least, I tried to.

“No! Bad princess!” she fake scolded.

A group of girls stopped to talk to us, blocking my view of Brooks, but I didn’t hear a damn word they said.

I answered everything with, “Yeah,” and, “Mm-hm,” and hoped neither response accidentally agreed to something important, like giving away a kidney.

When they wandered off, I looked back at Brooks and knew I needed another drink. He had his arm wrapped around Vittoria’s waist. Her hand was on his chest. Right where it didn’t belong.

Vittoria threw her head back like he’d just delivered the joke of the century.

Such a lie.

Brooks never said anything funny.

His sense of humor was the equivalent of overdue bills.

Brooks caught me watching and deliberately brushed a strand of Vittoria’s hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger against her tiara.

Oh, yeah, another reason to be pissed at him.

He’d thieved my tiara.

I crammed two more ice cubes into my mouth and chewed them like I wanted to do with Brooks’s bones.

Elodie snapped her fingers in front of my face, breaking my stare. “He’s trying to piss you off, and it’s working.”

Of course it was working. It always worked.

I swallowed the last of the ice, handed my glass off to Elodie, and started walking.

“Oh no. This is not good,” she said behind me.

I scanned the crowd until I found the perfect guy to make Brooks jealous. He wore a white linen shirt half unbuttoned, had dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and was handsome enough to get the job done.

I went straight for him. “Wanna dance?”

His friends immediately started elbowing him and grinning.

He grinned. “Name’s Toby.”

“Daph—”

“Everyone knows who you are, Princess.”