Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Cloaked Cunts With Melon Balls & Minimum Viable Bullshit

The thing about good liars is they actually aren’t lying. They hand you the minimum viable truth, just enough to end the conversation, and most of the time, you thank them on your way out.

Kael watched Lord Solandris’s eyes move across the text at a speed only a dragon lord at full cognitive capacity could manage.

"Instructions," he said after eight seconds. "Necromantic in nature, from what I can gather. Consistent with the events of last night."

A dead head talking. The most obvious reading of the most obvious event, delivered as though it were a conclusion rather than a starting point.

Jaxon was buying everything they were selling. Cute. Kael wasn’t.

"Give me a few days with the letter," Marek said. "I can decode what’s here and send my findings to you directly, Jaxon."

"That works," Kael replied before Jaxon could answer. "You’re holding a duplicate of the original."

The sentence landed on the table between them.

Neither man so much as blinked at that. That was the tell. Two men. Zero reactions.

"We have a few copies, actually," Kael continued, his tone easy, conversational, the tone of a man adding a casual detail that happened to be a tripwire. "I had my colleague Brennan produce multiple last night."

Marek’s eyes widened for a split second on the name Brennan. He slid the letter back across the table. "That probably explains the translation difficulties. Copied script loses magical resonance, Ashenvale. I would need the original to give you anything reliable."

"Of course," Jaxon said. "We can arrange access to the original."

"Wonderful." Marek’s smile was warm, professional, and arrived one second too late to be automatic.

Jaxon bowed again. Kael inclined his head to Solandris, who returned it.

They exited the tent.

The morning air hit clean after thirty minutes of bullshit. The camp was awake. Lords performing business. Soldiers performing readiness. Everyone in costume.

They had made it fifty paces before Jaxon mindlinked.

Jaxon: That was—

Kael: Yes.

Jaxon: I didn’t know you had that dark mage make copies.

Kael: I didn’t. But that split-second eye-fuck Marek gave to Brennan’s name? Priceless.

Jaxon stopped mid-step, looked at Kael, and grinned like a librarian who had just dog-eared a page on purpose.

Kael gave him a flat look. "I need you to look like a man who just had a boring meeting about parchment. Not a man who just discovered sex."

Out of his peripheral vision, Kael caught the same two cloaked cunts from Solandris’s tent. Hoods up. Faces hidden. Standing like they had balls the size of melons and brains the size of what’s left after inbreeding.

Kael: Don’t look left.

Jaxon: Our friends from the tent.

Kael: Still shopping.

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