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As she disappeared back into the house, Pride stepped into view, eyes following her too long before shifting to me.

“She shouldn’t wear things that don’t belong to her,” he said flatly.

I smirked, but it felt hollow. “Maybe it’s the opposite.”

Pride didn’t respond.

Neither of us said what we were thinking—that she was already getting under our skin, and none of us had the willpower to stop her.

I didn’t want to talk about it again, so I brushed past my brother and went into the kitchen.

It was Gluttony’s domain, which meant it smelled like freshly baked bread, warm sugar, and something slightly sinful. I ignored the feast laid out on the center island and made straightfor the sink, gripping the edge like it might save me from drowning in whatever Lust had just ignited.

She needs all of us. Together.

The words stuck like heat under my skin, replaying again and again in a loop that burned worse than any fire Wrath could summon. I hated that I was thinking about it. I hated that I wasn’t rejecting it.

I hated that it turned me on.

“Oh gods, he’s doing the sink stare,” Greed’s voice chimed behind me. “You know the one. Where he grips the counter like he’s a brooding sea captain waiting for his long-lost bride to return from war.”

“Tragic,” Envy added, rounding the island with a stolen peach in hand. “He’s flushed too. You think he finally realized he has emotions?”

I turned slowly, one brow raised. “Don’t you two have graveyards to rob?”

“Not today,” Greed said, sliding onto a stool. “What’s got your gold-plated knickers twisted?”

“He talked to Lust,” Envy said with sudden clarity, eyes narrowing. “That’s it, isn’t it? You finally had The Talk.”

Greed straightened. “Oh gods, did he suggest the thing?”

I narrowed my eyes. “If you mean the absolute madness he proposed over brandy this morning, then yes.”

“He wants us all to take her,” Greed whispered, clearly delighted. “Together.”

Envy laughed, dark and sharp. “And you didn’t combust?”

“I considered it,” I muttered, too tired to lie.

Greed leaned forward, chin in hand, smug. “You’re thinking about it now.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Envy grinned. “He’s thinking about her between all of us, isn’t he? Bare, flushed, begging?—”

I lunged.

The stool clattered as I tackled Envy clean off of it. We rolled across the tile in a mess of limbs and cursing. He landed a glancing hit to my ribs. I returned the favor with one to his jaw. It wasn’t real rage. If it had been, the manor would already be on fire.

“You want her like that,” I snapped, pinning him beneath me. “Just admit it.”

“I want her every way,” Envy snarled back. “Doesn’t mean I want toshare.”

“Neither do I!”

“Sounds like you do,” Greed said lightly, sipping from a stolen bottle of wine. “Sounds like you both really, really do.”