TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 101

CHAPTER 68: THE LICENSE PLATE–2

I gesture at the screen.

“Rayana gave me a license plate. She caught on to something after she was stabbed. The car her attacker

used. I wanted to run it before I told Knox.”

He moves into the room slowly, his eyes never leaving my face.

“You should have come to me first.”

“I’m coming to you now.”

He looks at the screen. At Logan’s name displayed in stark white text. Something flickers across his face

that I can’t quite read.

“Logan Reeves,” he says flatly.

“His company, anyway. So Logan’s people broke into the penthouse tonight. They were looking for

something in Knox’s files.” I watch him carefully. “What were they looking for, Nathaniel?”

The question hangs between us. He’s still staring at the screen but I can see the tension in his shoulders,

the way his jaw has gone tight.

“I don’t know,” he says finally.

“You’re lying.”

His eyes snap to mine. “Excuse me?”

“You know exactly what they were looking for. I can see it on your face.” I step closer. “So either you tell

me what’s going on or I’m going to walk into Knox’s office right now and tell him everything. The license

plate. Logan’s involvement. And the fact that his most trusted advisor is keeping secrets.”

The silence stretches. Nathaniel’s hand is still on the edge of the terminal, knuckles white.

“Don’t tell Knox about the license plate yet,” he says quietly.

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“What?”

“Give me twenty–four hours to investigate what Logan was actually looking for. To see how much he

knows.” His eyes are desperate now. “Please, Ember. If you care about Knox at all, give me this time.”

“Why?”

“Because whatever Logan is searching for, it’s bad. Bad enough that if he finds it, if he gets proof of what

he’s looking for, Knox’s reign is over. Possibly his life.” Nathaniel moves closer, his voice dropping. “I’ve spent years protecting Knox from this. I’m not going to let Logan Reeves destroy everything now.”

My stomach drops. “Protecting him from what?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

HARTER LA THE CENSE PLATE–2

Then ‘in telling Knox.”

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“If you tell Knox now, he’ll confront Logan directly. And Logar is desperate enough to do something catastrophic.” Nathaniele expression is almost pleading. “Twenty–four hours. That’s all I’m asking. Let me figure out what Logan knows and how close he is to finding evidence. Then we can decide how to handle it together.”

Every instinct says this is wrong. That keeping secrets from Knox is exactly how everything falls apart. But Nathaniel looks genuinely terrified and I’ve never seen him scared of anything.

I think back to the message about Queenie. My heart twists.

“Twenty–four hours,” I hear myself say. “But if you don’t tell me what’s going on by then, I’m going to Knox with everything.”

Relief washes over his face. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” I head for the door, exhausted down to my bones. “Just figure out what we’re dealing with before someone else gets hurt.”

I leave him in the security suite and take the elevator back up to the penthouse. The hallways are quiet now, most people either asleep or still recovering from the club.

When I reach our floor, I can see light under Knox’s office door. He’s probably going to be there for hours.

The guest room is dark and silent. Rayana is sleeping, or pretending to sleep. Either way, she got what she wanted. A place in our home, close to Knox, until she’s healed enough to leave.

I head to the bedroom and close the door behind me. My dress from tonight is wrinkled and smells like

champagne and sweat and the ghost of Knox’s cologne.

I peel it off and leave it on the floor, too tired to care about being neat.

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