Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: By Their Standards, I’m A Terrorist

While the Dream Team was covering up a murder and Stepdad was losing control of forty-seven Alphas, a resurrected king was on a date with a fugitive. The fugitive in question was providing commentary like a scientist observing an ancient civilization and he was enjoying it entirely too much.

The cops have not given up. The kiss count has not slowed down. And the murder charge is still waiting in the wings like a punchline nobody ordered

And now, the moment you’ve all been dreading, the next domino goes to tonight’s episode of Say Yes to the Arrest.

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DOMINO 71: SHE LET HIM THINK HE WAS DRIVING

SOLVEIL - ONE MILE FROM CITADEL

"Mommy, Look! It’s the woman from the story," a child squealed, tugging on his mother’s skirt.

"Shh, sweetheart. Don’t point at strangers."

"But LOOK. The flowers are moving with her! They’re following her, Mommy!"

"Yes, dear." The mother didn’t look up from the vendor stall. But the flowers were, in fact, bending towards Guinevere.

The child waved at her with the enthusiasm of a kid who had just met a celebrity and would be telling this story for the rest of his life to adults who would never believe him. Guinevere waved back with the warmth of a woman who had no idea she was the reason for the commotion.

"They are such a friendly culture," she whispered.

Nicholas said nothing because the alternative was explaining that the foreign civilization she was studying was actually friendly because she was glowing. No other woman was glowing. Just her. He had pieced that much together.

"Interesting that their young are active at this hour though," she added. "I wonder if the light saturation has fundamentally altered their relationship with rest cycles. Bedtime as a concept may not translate here."

She had a point on that one. Her observations were entirely too adorable and Nicholas was enjoying every single one.

"Adults too," he said. "Whole city’s awake. Either nobody sleeps here or they’re all terrible at it."

She grinned up at him like he had said something brilliant. "You’re absolutely right."

That grin was worth every cop in this city and Nicholas would pay the fine twice. Without slowing, he kissed the hand he was holding, and adjusted her hood to cover her face better. Kiss number seven and she still blushed like it was kiss number one, delivered through their matebond. That blush made his chest ache in the best possible way and she had no idea.

The kiss count was climbing. But it wasn’t the only thing.

She had warned him they take trespassing very seriously. Nicholas had thought their run from the police earlier was the worst of it.

Nicholas blinked down at her a few times. She had known this entire goddamn time and didn’t want to alarm him. Like he was fragile. Those priorities were so ass-backwards they needed a priest.

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