Envy only rode his siblings coat tails when it strung him a little further. Otherwise he was a loner who sat back and watched waiting for the time to strike. He'd been in Bangladesh the last two weeks finding his meal tickets. They were the ones that paid for his drinks tonight. Trafficking girls was kind of fun, it gave him cause to destroy their lives at a young age. When Pride interrupted his thoughts he shot a glance over the rim of his glass with skirted eyes.
"This doesn't seem like you're kind of dump." She was too vixen for that. Pretty. Like a Stepford wife.