Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Do You Know Where The Exit Is?

Courage is not a moment. It’s a muscle used every day, and with or without her memory, Guinevere Lunaris had that goddamn muscle.

But unfortunately, this was one of those times where courage didn’t get a prize or credit. Context and timing are the difference between hero and villain, and ten seconds was the exact margin that fucked her over.

In a blur, Guinevere closed the distance and knocked the blade out of Maria’s hand.

The blade hit the stone with a sharp clang that bounced off every obsidian wall. Guinevere didn’t wait, scooping it off the ground before Maria could reach for it, backpedaling three steps with the dagger gripped in her fist because it looked like Maria was aiming that blade at herself and that was not happening on Guinevere’s watch.

The steel was warm. The blood on it was warmer. But it wasn’t just Maria’s blood.

She stared at Guinevere, chest heaving.

But before Guinevere could say anything, another person materialized in the corridor behind Maria and of all people, it was Beta Draven. But he was limping and had blood all over him as well. His face was grey and pained with each step.

He looked like death’s rough draft.

"Am I hallucinating?" she asked. It was a question that had been eating her for over an hour and she needed someone not inside her head, someone solid to tell her no.

Two armored men came out of the corridor behind Draven. They froze mid-step with matching stunned faces and both pairs of eyes snapped to her side. She followed their line of sight and realized they were looking at the bloody dagger in her hand. Something she had momentarily forgotten she was holding.

"I was about to ask myself that. Hallucinating would require your night to be worse than mine, and I assure you, that competition is closed," Beta Draven answered.

Guinevere let out a breath that was half laugh, half sob.

Beta Draven watched her calmly, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with her.

"You’re trembling, you’re covered in blood, and white-knuckling a dagger. That’s a new one for you." He paused. "Around a pregnant woman, so if you could point that away from her that would be ideal."

Guinevere blinked a few times. Then dazedly looked over at Maria.

"Oh, I wouldn’t— I wasn’t—"

The stutter turned into a full-blown stammer, each word tripping over the one before it. She didn’t know what she was trying to say. That she would never, ever, hurt Maria. That the dagger wasn’t hers. She glanced at Maria, whose hands were shaking, and went with her gut, she would not be outing this woman for anything. Not like this.

Then the word pregnant fully registered like a delayed grenade.

"Oh. You’re pregnant." She blinked again. "Congratulations, Maria."

She genuinely, completely, meant it.

One of the men behind Draven had stepped forward.

"Drop the weapon," he ordered. "Now. This is your only warning."

She opened her mouth. Closed it.

He took another step forward. She instinctively stepped away from him.

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