Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Trust Me Or Don’t. Either Way, Move.

If there was a god of underestimated women, she was watching Blair Drakencrest tonight and taking notes.

Blair reached into her cloak, pulled out a sealed envelope, and set it on the table beside the others.

"Forgot about this one."

Kael’s eyes moved to it. Then to Blair. "Where did that come from?"

"Marek Navarre. He was holding it in the hall when he knocked himself out. I confiscated it."

Kael leaned forward, eyes on the envelope. Then his gaze lifted to Blair. Something shifted in his focus, a recalculation, not about the letter.

"Tell me how he fell unconscious again. You keep glossing over that."

The question was aimed at the room, but his eyes were on Blair, and the aim was too steady to be casual.

Blair met his stare without flinching. Her pulse didn’t change. Her hands didn’t move. Every micro-expression stayed exactly where she put it, because Blair Drakencrest had been managing people who were smarter than her in every room she’d ever walked into, and the trick was never about being smarter. The trick was about being faster at deciding which truth to spend and which to pocket.

"Irrelevant to the current discussion," she said with the breezy authority of a woman steering a warship around an iceberg and pretending the iceberg was a cloud. "The important thing is nothing happened when I touched it."

Kael’s eyes narrowed by a fraction. The fraction said I will be revisiting this topic. Blair’s expression said you’re welcome to try.

Around her neck, a necklace sat against her skin. A necklace that may or may not have saved her. A necklace that Kael had failed to notice she’d been wearing in plain sight because Kael Ashenvale was the smartest man in every room except the ones where Blair Drakencrest had already been through his things.

She held up the sealed letter for the table.

"Solandris seal," she informed the room. "I’ve already touched it and nothing happened. Should I break it?"

"Hold on." Brennan’s hand shot out. "You can see through the paper. Look. There’s a second letter inside. Folded separately. With its own seal."

The table leaned in collectively. He was right. There was a faint shadow of a second fold, visible inside the outer envelope.

"Classic Emma." He exhaled through his nose. "She nests them. The outer envelope is the handshake. The inner letter is the knife."

Blair stood. Her chair scraped the obsidian floor with a sound that cut through the silence like a verdict.

Her eyes were wide. The kind of wide that had nothing to do with surprise and everything to do with a brain running at full speed while her body waited for the rest of the room to catch the hell up. Wheels were turning behind those gold eyes, and the wheels were connected to gears, and the gears were connected to a plan, and the plan was connected to violence.

Jaxon entered the war room at that exact moment with Lux Nash two steps behind him.

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