Beatrice was still exchanging flirtatious glances with Goldie Thorne. She was a master of the art, tilting her head for a shy smile before turning away to show off her lovely side profile and even lovelier curves. Any man would be utterly captivated by her wiles.
And Goldie Thorne was a perfect example. His heart had all but flown over to Beatrice, and he wished they could consummate their marriage that very night. He grinned foolishly and kept urging her to eat.
"Have some candy. These are White Rabbit. I bought them in Tristone, and they're really good."
Goldie Thorne grabbed a handful of creamy candies. Nearby, Byron Thorne's eyelid twitched, and he gritted his teeth. 'That damn spendthrift. He's never this generous when it comes to his old man. But one little glance from that enchantress and she's stolen his soul. Goddammit. I'm going to beat the life out of that little bastard later.'
