'This is going nowhere,' I thought. I needed to get him off my trail. I glanced across the courtyard, and my eyes widened. Perfect timing.
Right on cue, Prince Leonidas and Felicity Gracewell accidentally crossed paths, just as I'd seen them do before. The script was running again.
"My lord, I doubt I am your type of girl," I said, gesturing with my chin toward the fated pair. "The girl over there... Lady Felicity. She is actually much better, and far prettier than I am. Perhaps your attention is... misplaced?"
I was actively trying to push the Playboy capture target onto the Heroine.
Lucien didn't even glance at them. His amber eyes stayed locked on me, his smile widening.
"Oh, you mean Felicity?" he said, waving a dismissive hand. "She is in no way interesting. She is just like every other blushing, well-meaning girl. Predictable. Boring." He leaned closer. "But you, Lady Silvie... you are fascinating."
