TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 383

CHAPTER 309: SPEND MY MONEY

EMBER’S POV

For a moment I think Hale’s going to push it.

But she just gives a tight little laugh and turns toward the door, and I think that’s the end of it, until she

pauses at the threshold and glances back at me, and her eyes drop to the closed book in my hands, and

that bright knowing sharpness comes back.

“That recipe you found.” She says it lightly, coyly, like she’s offering a sweet. “You won’t be able to finish it,

you know. Half of it’s scratched out, and the rest is in grandmother’s cypher.” Her smile widens. “You can’t

make it without me. You’ll get the ingredients wrong and poison your friend instead of saving her. So She tilts her head. “When you’re done pretending you don’t need me, you know where to find me.”

And then she’s gone, the door drifting shut behind her.

The three of us sit in the silence she leaves.

“…She’s not wrong about the cypher, is she,” Queenie says finally.

“No.” I look down at the book. “She’s not. I cracked some of it. Not all. And the scratched-out part—” |

shake my head. “I have most of the ingredients. I think. There’s two I can’t read.”

“Then we work around her,” Knox says. “You’re not going down to any greenhouse with my cousin, and

you’re not asking her for help. We’ll find another herbalist who can read the rest. Or we get the ingredients you can read, and the supplier fills the gaps.” He crosses the room and rests his hands on the back of my chair, looking down at the book over my shoulder. “What does it need?”

“That’s the thing.” I turn the book so he can see, even though he can’t read it any better than I can. “Most of what it calls for isn’t anything I’d find growing in a kitchen garden. It’s the specialised stuff. The kind of thing-” and it clicks into place, the whole shape of it, “–the kind of thing you’d only find at a proper

apothecary. An elite one. The sort of place that won’t sell to a stranger.”

Knox is quiet for a beat.

“There’s a house here in the city that compounds that grade.” A slow nod. “They are discreet. Expensive. They supply a few medical facilities I own. They don’t deal with names they don’t know, but they’ll deal

with mine.”

I look up at him, hope rising.

“So we can go-”

“And here it is.” The groan builds before he even says it. “You want to leave the estate Today, tomorrow, on an unscheduled run, while there’s a maybe-alive cockroach planning to kidnap you-”

“To save our friend’s life.” I stand up and take his hands and look up at him, letting everything I’m feeling show on my face, because I’ve learned that works on him in a way arguing never will. “Please. You said it

yourself this morning. You can’t be my cage Yoursaid love means trust.” I squeeze his hands “So trust me I’ll go with Queenie, whatever you want. I’ll do everything you say. But let me go get the thing that buys her time. Please, Knox. Please.”

He looks at me for a long moment, and I watch the war happen behind his eyes, the fear and the promise grinding against each other, and I watch the promise win, barely, by an inch.

“Fine.” He says it like it’s being pulled out of him with pliers. “Fine. But you take Daxon and Reyes-” and at

the names, two enormous men I hadn’t even noticed materialize from the shadows by the library door,

because apparently Knox travels everywhere with people built like outbuildings, “-and you do not split up.

and you do not deviate from where you tell me you’re going, and you check in every hour, and the second

anything feels wrong you call me and I will tear this city apart getting to you”

“Deal.”

“I’m not finished.” He digs into his jacket and produces a black card. “And you’re not just buying herbs.

I blink.

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