Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Jack Shit From A Magic 8-Ball

Five weeks ago, if someone would have told Kael Ashenvale that the most dangerous thing in the world was a wolf princess with no sense of self-preservation, he would have laughed.

He wasn’t fucking laughing now. He was sitting six feet away doing math on how fast he could lunge if she so much as sneezed towards the door.

The chair was six feet away. Six feet was too far.

Guinevere Lunaris specialized in wandering into shitstorms unless three things were true: he was there, she was within arm’s length, and he wasn’t currently out cold.

Every single time this woman left his arm’s reach, she fucking vanished. In his arms she stayed put. The only exceptions were the two times he’d been knocked out and halfway to a decision he had zero input on.

The first time happened in his chambers when she screamed him awake, scaring the shit out of him, and he opened his eyes just in time to see her already across the room. The second time was yesterday morning in this room. He was out cold and she had apparently taken off on an eight-hundred-mile jog.

He came to looking at his brother’s face instead of hers. Worst swap the universe had ever forced upon a man. He loved his brother. But waking up to Maddox’s face when the last thing he remembered was Guinevere’s was the kind of cosmic dick-punch that made a man question whether the gods were running the show or just fucking around.

Black wisps of smoke curled out of his bandages with each pulse of light from the healer. The dark magic leaving his body was visible and ugly and he barely registered it because his attention was welded to the woman in the chair.

The Master Mage gave Guinevere a thorough once-over with the warmth of a tax audit and the conversational skills of a brick.

She didn’t mind. He was doing his job. Clearly, their people took their work very seriously, and she wanted to respect their ways of life.

She could feel Kael’s eyes on her like twin solar beams burning through the side of her skull and felt his anxiety flood into her chest like he expected her to run away at any second. It was kind of adorable in the way a guard dog circling a sleeping baby is adorable.

Also unnecessary because she was right next to him.

Glowing hands moved over her head and body while the Master Mage’s face ran through a greatest-hits reel of expressions that told her exactly jack shit. A fucking Magic 8-Ball set to ’ask again later.’

"Oh."

Silence.

"Interesting."

The healer and mage locked eyes in a silent full-length conversation that she was not on the need-to-know list.

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