TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 408

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CHAPTER 333 SOLD 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.

“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

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– 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. “I 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 ery with laughter, and

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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.”