Lenora’s latest flavor was good at kissing, she’d give him that, but she didn’t particularly feel all too connected to the act. Like usual, her mind disappeared from the experience, and her body functioned on autodrive. She got what she needed from the poor man. Jealousy from her ex. It fueled her. For every new bride he took, she had three consistent lovers. They all made her ex see just how desirable she was. After all, she didn’t have promises of money or power to lure her companions. The only thing she used was her natural charm.

“He doesn’t kiss like I do, though. Does he?” her ex’s voice popped into her head loud and clear through their psychic connection.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good, but not quite good enough.”

“Thought so. Such a shame.”

“A terrible shame.”

Rather than deliver a subtle jab about how if she hadn’t cheated in the first place, they’d still be together, he remained silent. Her grin widened. She was winning.