Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: My Mate A Murderer? Motherfucking Malarkey.

Blair Drakencrest had spent six hours breaking a mage with maple syrup, bath salts, and psychological warfare. She was winning. Then he said something that broke her instead.

It started when Damon handed her another bucket.

"HOLD ON!" Marek’s voice cracked at the edges. "I am bound by a blood oath. I couldn’t tell you if I tried. And even if I could fight it, I would die before the words left my mouth."

Damon’s eyes flicked to Brennan. Brennan gave one nod. No held inhale. No tell. The bastard was telling the truth for the first time all night and the truth was worse than the lies because it meant the information was locked behind magic that would kill the source before it could be extracted.

"Bullshit. There are things you can tell us that wouldn’t violate a blood oath. You are withholding information." Blair pulled a vial from her pocket. The one she had confiscated from Marek’s cloak hours ago. She held it up to the torchlight and turned it slowly. "This vial that I found in your cloak. I don’t know what this is. But you do. And you’ve been very worried about it since I took it. So I’m going to open it."

"DON’T."

Sterling’s blade rose from Marek’s neck.

"WAIT." The word erupted from under the sack like a man grabbing a ledge mid-fall. "I can’t tell you. But I can tell you who can."

Sterling held. Damon held. Two men locked in a silent agreement that the next wrong word would cost this mage a limb and neither of them would lose sleep over the invoice.

"Start in Solveil. Though I wouldn’t bring her if I were you. Because she’s a wanted woman."

"A wanted woman," Blair repeated slowly. "For what?"

Marek gave a dark chuckle under the bag. The sound rolled through the burlap with the smug resonance of a bastard who knew something nobody else in the room did and was savoring the last three seconds of that advantage.

Blair’s eyes rolled so hard her ancestors felt them spin in their graves.

"She’s wanted for the murder of Landon Solveil."

The sentence hit the room like a grenade wrapped in a subpoena. Murder. Landon Solveil. The Luminari king. The king of goddamn light. And the woman sleeping upstairs in silk pajamas was apparently wanted for putting him in the ground.

"Murder," Blair repeated.

"Oh yes. Your innocent little princess is not so innocent after all. I’ve heard two rumors. He’s either dead or in a coma," Marek stated, his voice steadying under the bag, like this was leverage.

It wasn’t.

He was sitting in a room full of people who would burn kingdoms for her regardless of her criminal record.

Blair looked at Damon. Damon looked at Blair. The glance lasted one second and contained an entire emergency summit. Blair’s half said what the fuck. Damon’s half said I don’t know. The combined output was two very competent people arriving at incompetence simultaneously.

Sterling watched the exchange happen. The murder charge dropped and her eyes went to Damon first. Before him. His eyebrow moved half an inch, which she misread for something else. Because for him, an eyebrow raise could mean ten different things.

Through the one-way door, Nicholas heard Marek say his mate’s name and the word murder. Every instinct he had rearranged itself in one second. She was asleep. She was innocent. She didn’t do this. The certainty wasn’t hope. It wasn’t denial. It was the bone-deep, blood-level knowing of a man whose matebond had carried every emotion she’d ever felt into his body and not one of them had ever belonged to a killer.

"No. She would never. There’s no way," he said immediately.

Griffin looked between them like a golden retriever who’d just been told the park was closed forever. Ryker. Kael. Ryker. Waiting for a just kidding. Nobody kidded.

"No," Blair said, not looking away from Sterling. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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