TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 356

CHAPTER 283 SOMETHING STRANGE

CHAPTER 283: SOMETHING STRANGE

KNOX’S POV

Which meant someone had been watching the lodge. Someone who knew what was happening inside it, knew when it went wrong, knew where to find him and what he’d need.

Ten surgeons in private cars in the dead of night didn’t organise themselves out of goodwill. That was money, connections, and a contingency plan put in place before they were needed.

Who?

ogan was the obvious answer he was there that night, been circling Ember’s orbit for long nough to have built that kind of infrastructure.

But Logan was sitting in a holding cell right now, and the timing didn’t fit cleanly enough.

James, then. Patient

as cover, who had

James who wo

Or someone

was dead

That w

didn

e James, who had used Harrison as a weapon and Harrison’s death g something ugly for years.

el alive if Rafael was still useful.

yet. Someone I hadn’t considered, because I’d been so certain Rafael

looking for the people who might have wanted him otherwise.

burned hottest. Not the possibility of Rafael. The possibility of a player I

sing.

Hospital records, the cars, who made the call and where those surgeons went.

at lodge the night it happened – every road, every vehicle, every aircraft that

-mile radius.

now if there was a body nobody had found, or a man nobody was supposed to find.

niel was a man whose wife had walked up a set of stairs without looking back, and that ade men careless. I needed him sharp.

1. All of it, morning.

reaching for a file when the knock comes.

ree sharp raps, the pattern that has meant it’s me, don’t kill me since we were children, and I set

e file down and say nothing, because I don’t need to say come in for this particular knock.

The door opens.

HAPTER 783. SOMETHING STRANGE

Marjorie is small and quick, and she has been awake longer than me, which I know because she lo still in yesterday’s clothes and her eyes have the particular flatness of someone who has decided to wait out the night rather than fight it.

She comes in and sits in the chair across from the desk without being invited, which is a thing she has been doing since I arrived here too young to be King, and I’ve long since stopped having opinions about it.

“She’s asleep?” she says.

“She’s asleep.”

“Good.” She folds her hands in her lap. “She needs it. I’ve seen dogs with more meat on them.” She pauses. “I like her.”

“I know.”

“She looked at me like I was doing her a kindness. Just by being happy.” Marjorie’s voice goes soft. “You don’t get that look from someone who’s been treated well, Knox. That’s a woman who’s had people be kind to her so rarely that someone crying happy tears on her behalf nearly knocked her

over.”

I don’t say anything. I saw the same look and came to the same conclusion weeks ago, and it has put a particular kind of cold fury in me that I’ve been managing since.

“You needed to bring her here,” Marjorie says. “Whatever else is going on. You needed to bring her

here.”

“I know that too.” I pull the next file toward me. “What did you want to tell me?”

She is quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that is choosing its words.

“The house has been different,” she says finally. “While you were gone.”

I look up.

“Different how?”

“Difficult to explain.” She presses her lips together. “For starters, three of the downstairs maids have been sick. Nothing serious-stomach, headaches, one of them fainted on the east corridor- but all three of them were on rotation in the same wing, and all three of them mentioned the same thing when I asked. A smell. Something sweet and foul that they couldn’t place.” She pauses. “I

don’t know what to make of it.”

I file that and keep my face where it is.

“What else.”

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