Gregor POV

If I thought Sugar was finished torturing me, I was wrong. Dead wrong.

She clapped her hands again, striding into the middle of the sitting room like a general about to command troops. “All right, lovebirds,” she chirped. “Phase two of training: cheesy couple scenarios. Because nothing says ‘madly in love’ like public displays of dramatic nonsense.”

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sugar…”

“No, no, don’t ‘Sugar’ me,” she cut him off, finger ...