TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 420

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CHAPTER 345: A CONCUSSION

EMBER’S POV

Knox stares at me for a long moment.

“Bleeding from her eyes,” he says slowly.

“Yes.”

“Ember.” His hand comes up to my face, thumb tilting my chin, checking my pupils, and the frow digs in deeper. “That’s not – people don’t do that. That’s not a thing that-” He stops. Somethin flickers behind his eyes, some flinch of unease he shoves down hard and buries. “You took a ba hit to the head in that mess. More than one. You’re seeing things that aren’t there. That’s what a knock to the skull does.” His jaw sets, and his comes flooding back over everything else. “And th is the last time I let anyone talk me into this. She hit you too hard – Goddess, I should have calle after the second round; I knew I should’ve-” He’s already sliding an arm under my knees, gather me up off the floor. “Clinic. Now. You’re getting your head looked at, and Hale is getting a conversation about what no rules does and does not mean that she is going to remember for a very long time.”

I

“Knox, I know what I saw-”

“You saw a concussion,” he says grimly, lifting me against his chest like I weigh nothing, and there is no arguing with him; his face is carved from stone.

And he carries me out, and I look back over his shoulder one last time at the empty doorway wher she vanished, and I can’t shake it. Any of it.

The impossible dark wet on her fingers. Exactly like mine had been. The smug, knowing sweetnes

in her voice.

You fight like someone who’s never had to survive being weaker than her enemy

I know the piece you’re missing I’d give it to you gladly

The pleasure was mine

I file it all away, every piece, in the growing pile of things about this house that I do not understand

yet

But this one sits coldest of all

What did she do that stopped Sapphire from surfacing?

CHAPTER 345 A CONCUSSION

Knox is proven half right, in the end.

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The clinic finds nothing broken. No lasting damage, just bruising deep enough to make me h when I breathe wrong, and a knock to the head.

They watch for an hour and then release me with stern orders to rest. He hovers the entire tir

He is an absolute menace about it.

He threatens, twice, to have Hale removed from the estate entirely, and I let him rage himself and I do not tell him the thing still turning slow circles in my mind – that I did not yet have a concussion in the moment Hale wiped blood from her own eyes, and I watched a woman get

in the space of a single fight.

By the time evening comes, I’ve been fussed over enough to commit a crime, and Knox has be dragged off three separate times by the bottomless business of being King.

Something about the northern reports, something with James’s name in it that turned his jaw t granite – and when he finally comes back to our rooms, it’s late, and the light’s long gone.

And he looks worn down to the bare bones, dragging a hand through his hair, wearing the speci bone-deep exhaustion of a man who’s spent a full day holding a continent together with his han

Which is, I decide, watching him from the bed, absolutely perfect.

Because I have had the worst day of my recent life.

I got put on the floor four separate times by a smiling woman who may or may not have wept

blood

! got poked and prodded and concussion-watched and handled like I’m spun glass. And I am

owed.

I am owed something that’s mine, something that has nothing to do with dying friends or dead women’s recipes or weirdo cousins.

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