TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 384

CHAPTER 310: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

EMBER’S POV

Queenie has risen from her chair and is watching this whole exchange with the deeply satisfied expression of a woman who lives for exactly this

“Oh, I will personally see to it,” she announces, hooking her arm, through mine and steering me toward the door before Knox can think better of any of it. “Don’t you worry about a thing. She’ll come back so weighed down with bags she won’t fit in the car.” She tosses her hair. “It is officially, as of this moment, hot girl season. We are getting the herbs, yes, fine, we’re saving Rayana, very noble – and then we are getting out of this gorgeous gloomy mausoleum and into some sunlight and some shopping, because frankly we have both earned it.”

I laugh. “Hot girl season.”

“Hot girl season.” She says it with the gravity of a woman declaring war. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten, by the way.” She levels a finger at me as we walk. “You are engaged. To that.” A flick of the hand back at Knox, who lifts an eyebrow. “Which means somewhere in this city there are wedding dresses, and somewhere in this city you are going to try some on, even if it’s just for fun, even if it’s just so I can cry and take pictures and make Knox sweat about the bill.”

“We are not-“I’m laughing too hard. “Queenie, we have a dying woman and a possibly-alive psychopath. this is not really wedding-dress weather-”

“There is always time for wedding dresses.” She’s immovable on this. “Especially when there’s a

psychopath. Especially then. You think I’m letting you get kidnapped before I’ve seen you in white? Absolutely not. Priorities.”

Knox is openly grinning now, leaning in the doorway, watching the two of us go back and forth, and there’s something on his face I haven’t seen much of – pure uncomplicated pleasure at watching me have a friend, watching me get pulled out into the light by someone who isn’t him.

It does something warm and aching to my chest.

And then I realise what’s missing, and it sobers me, just slightly.

“Wait.” I glance around. “Where’s Nathaniel? He found Devika, shouldn’t he be-”

The shift in Queenie is small, but I catch it, because I’ve gotten good at catching small shifts The brightness flickers.

She clears her throat and waves a hand a touch too breezily

“Oh, he’s – around. Working. You know Nathaniel, always working.” She says it lightly, too lightly “The second we landed in the city, he peeled off to do his Beta thing. We’re not exactly-” She stops, recovers. and smiles too wide. “We’re not joined at the hip. Good riddance, frankly. Man’s allergic to a day off.”

“Queenie,” i say it softly, and I reach for her arm, because the pain under the brightness is so obvious it

hurts to look at. “Are you-”

“Nope.” She catches my hand and squeezes it and shakes her head, firm, her eyes a little too bright. “No, no, no. We are not doing that today. We are not sullying hot girl season with – with him. There is a black card in your purse, a city full of overpriced things, and a dying friend who would haunt us forever if we showed up to save her without looking fabulous. We do not have time to be sad about my… ex-husband.” She lifts her chin. “We have a card to put into serious, irresponsible debt.”

And from the doorway, Knox smirks – that slow, smug, insufferable smirk, arms folded across his chest, the picture of a man who has never once worried about a bill in his life.

“I’d love to see you try,” he says.

Queenie’s eyes narrow with the light of holy purpose.

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