Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Argument Over. Princess Airborne.

The muscle in Nicholas’s jaw twitched hard enough to be visible from across the square.

"Absolutely not."

Two words. Both doors closed. She opened her mouth to argue anyway.

"Everything I touch gives away our location. But alone, you actually have a shot." Her hand squeezed his once and then loosened, and the loosening was the part that gutted him. "You are a king with your whole life ahead of you, Nicholas."

"So do you, Guinevere."

"Unfortunately it’s a bit too late for me. I am a wanted criminal in Lunaris for treason, which is punishable by death. I broke a military contract, defied a direct Alpha command from my father, and marked you in front of witnesses. To say I am royally screwed is an understatement."

Nicholas’s blood ran cold and then hot. There was not a chance in hell he would let that happen. He kissed her before she could add another item to her own indictment.

She jolted surprised.

"No. You’re mine," he said against her lips. "If Drakencrest breaks that contract, then you are coming back with me. To Shadowfell. As my Luna."

He proposed mid-manhunt. Proposed asylum. Proposed marriage. Sort of. Still counts. Tomato, tomahto. Romance was alive and it was running from the cops.

"That’s very kind of you," she managed with a blush.

Warmth hit him through their matebond, at the idea of it and because it genuinely hadn’t occurred to her until right now. But, underneath that, was a sadness, a shadow chasing the light. Nicholas felt both at the same time and the contrast between the two made his throat close.

"That means I’m not leaving you here, Guinevere," he said, already pulling her into the tavern.

As soon as they entered, she let go of his hand and clapped. The clap was involuntary, pure excitement. The abandonment was total. Nicholas’s abandoned hand just hung there. Nicholas looked at his empty hand and then at her, then completely melted because of that damn smile.

"Not now because I’m a terrorist, but hypothetically, in a future if they let me off for good behavior, can we try one of those?"

He followed her line of sight. A drink was glowing blue. Smoking on top. The kind of drink that looks like it was invented by a wizard who got bored of saving the world and opened a bar instead.

The bar had a full rainbow of glowing cocktails, some smoking, some pulsing, all looking like potions brewed by someone who went to bartending school in another dimension. Each one was more absurd than the last and all of them looked like the best thing he would ever put in his mouth.

He would have gotten them one if they weren’t surrounded.

"You just called yourself a terrorist and asked me on a second date in the same sentence. Yes. The answer is yes."

In front of them, a few people did a cheers and took a glowing shot together.

"They just bumped cups before drinking," she stated. "A synchronized consumption bonding ritual. Likely rooted in their ancestral customs."

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