MARIGOLD POV
Okay.
I know this game. I’ve been playing it since the moment I agreed to wear Margaux’s skin like a second dress. Fake the bratty tilt of the chin, fake the spoiled bite in the voice, fake the entire damn life of a woman who isn’t me. But tonight? Tonight Gregor had decided to take method acting to a whole new level.
The man kissed me like I was his last breath just nights ago, and now he couldn’t even look at me?
I sat there in the salon, drowning in silks and sapphires, staring at the back of his broad shoulders as he barked orders at the guards. Gray pants, white shirt, sleeves rolled. He looked like every forbidden fantasy rolled into one—and he was acting like I was the wallpaper.
The audacity.
Sugar had warned me, though. She’d slipped into my room earlier, eyes g
