TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 407

CHAPTER JASAV

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“Wrong.” Mure. I’m going to die. I’m going to die right here in this absurd bed at the hands of this absurd man, and it’s going to be the finest death anyone in history has ever had.

“FINE!” I gasp, sobbing with laughter, arching under hint. “Fine – you’re funny – you’re so funny – you are the single funniest man who has ever lived, please, Knox, I can’t breathe-

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CHAPTER 334 60LD AFTER THE WARMTH

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CHAPTER 333: COLD AFTER THE WARMTH

EMBER’S POV

He stops.

And he’s grinning down at me, both of us breathing hard, my wrists still caught loose and warm in the cage of his hand above my head, my whole body gone soft and shaking with the last aftershocks of the

laughter.

And something in his face shifts as he looks down at me, the grin easing into something else, something

that changes the air in the room, thickens it.

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“There,” he says, low. “Was that so hard?”

“I confessed under torture. It won’t hold up.”

“You looked happy under torture.” His thumb strokes once, slowly, over the frantic pulse in my wrist. You’ve looked happy all day. I noticed the second you walked through that door.” His eyes travel my face – the flush still high in my cheeks, the wreck of my hair fanned across the pillow, the smile I can’t get rid of. “I’ve never seen you like that. Not once, in all the time I’ve known you. You came home lit up. You walked past a council elder laughing so hard you didn’t even see her.” His voice drops another register. “1

want you to look like that always. That’s – I’ve decided. That’s the whole job now. Keeping that on your

face.”

The warmth of it goes all the way through me, down to the soles of my feet.

“It was a good day,” I say softly.

“Yeah?”

“The best one. I nearly got poisoned because the apothecary you sent me to is run by two absolute

psychopaths-but before you go crazy papa bear, on me, I actually loved it. They made me work for the ingredients, and I’m definitely going back to see the Pennys again. Oh, and I completely bankrupted you. I bought more things today than I have in my entire life, i made an old councilwoman cry with laughter, and

And there it is.

The good day snags on the one thread in it that wasn’t good, catches hard on the cold thing I’ve been carrying in my chest since a stranger stood in a crowded street with a winter flower in his hand, and the smile stumbles on my face before I can catch it and smooth it back down.

Knox sees it instantly. Of course he does. He always does.

“Hey.” He lets go of my wrists at once, shifts his weight off me, and gathers me up into his side instead, my head tucked against his chest, his arm coming around me, his whole attention narrowing to me the way it does when something’s wrong. “What was that. Right then. Something went across your face.”

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And I could hold it a little longer.

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+ could keep the day whole for one more hour, keep us here in the warm gold hush with the laughter still

ringing in the corners of the room, and hot let the cold thing in.

But he’d know. He always knows.

So I tell him.

I tell him all of it, my cheek against his chest, his heart beating slow and steady under my ear.

The profile in the crowd that stopped me dead mid-laugh.

Sending the guards to follow at a distance instead of tearing off after him myself, because I am not the woman who walked into that lodge in a pretty dress anymore, I’ll never be her again.

Catching a stranger by the shoulder. The winter rose held loose in his hand. What it is. Because Rafael pressed one exactly like it into my palm once and told me it blooms only in the cold, that it survives the things that kill lesser flowers, and he called me the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.

And the stranger’s face when I described Rafael – the no, the head shake, the man saying the one who gave it to him wasn’t handsome, was the opposite of handsome, was hideous, scarred and burned down one whole side of his face.

I feel Knox go rigid under me. Every muscle in his body.

“Rosa de escarcha,” I finish quietly, into his chest. “He told me it survives what would kill anything else. And I keep turning it over, and I keep landing in the same place. This time he wasn’t talking about me at all. This time he was telling me the devil walked straight out of the hell he was meant to burn in.”

For a long moment, Knox says nothing.

His hand has gone still on my back. And then he moves, sitting up, and I feel the last of the fiancé leave him, feel the King and the wolf rise up together, cold and lethal and terrifying.

“Where’s the rose?”

“With your forensics people. I had Reyes bag it – taped, no bare hands, for prints. And baxon’s on the man who was carrying it, trailing him quietly. I told him not to lay a finger on him, not even a hard look, just watch him from a distance, because if he’s a tool then he leads somewhere, and taking him in tells whoever’s holding the string that we caught it-”

“Good. Excellent.” His voice has gone rough and low. “That’s – that’s exactly right. That’s exactly what I’d have done.” He’s already shifting toward the edge of the bed, already halfway gone, and I know that movement; I know precisely where it’s taking him.

To the study. To the phones. Back to the war he’s been fighting alone in the dark since the moment I put Rafael might be alive into his hands on a plane.