"You don‟t have any right to make such statements."
He leaned forward, stubbing out his cheroot. "No?"
"No, and furthermore, I don‟t see how Lord Benedict deserves such harsh vitriol."
"Benedict deserves everything he gets."
"Why? What has he done to you?"
Deville‟s smile was wide and not the least bit genuine as he tossed the stub into a copper bucket. "Not much Benny can do anymore. Especially after this tournament ends."
"And what do you expect to happen then?"
He lifted a brow. "I expect to win."
Tension coiled in her belly. "Sarah will never be happy with you."
"And you think she will be happy with Benedict? Everly?"
Her lips pinched.
"No," he said. "You keep sabotaging the games to protect your lamb from all the big bad wolves, and I‟ll keep collecting my due. And we will see who triumphs in the end."
