Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: That Ship Sank With Jack

"My father was in Greyhall and I—"

Her voice died mid-sentence. She swallowed. The words were right there but her mouth was refusing to cooperate. Classic glowing-jacuzzi performance anxiety.

She remembered what Cassian had said and decided to start there.

"Did we know each other before Greyhall?"

She omitted the brown-room bachelor-pad fiasco from the question. That bit required a drink. Hopefully, he would understand the subtext.

"Yes," Nicholas answered.

He gave her nothing else, which meant he had either missed the subtext entirely or he wanted her to elaborate first so he had a better picture of what he was working with.

But she wasn’t ready to give him that yet.

"Have we met more than twice before Greyhall?" she tried again. Two times would include the brown-room and the supposed auction.

The pause that came next had the unmistakable feel of him workshopping his next sentence. Guinevere ripped the cord out mid-draft.

"I ask because something has happened to my memory, and I am trying to piece events together. I promise, whatever you are about to say, won’t scare me."

His chest expanded under her and stayed locked, like he was purchasing one extra second of stall time.

"Yes, we know each other well," he replied. "I didn’t want to alarm you at Greyhall. You are correct that something happened to your memories. But I’m going to get to the bottom of it and you are going to get them back." His voice was firm and sure, the voice of a king making a promise he intended to keep with his bare hands if necessary. "That question has a reason behind it. What are you really asking me?"

She took a steadying breath.

"I was accused of treason by seducing you at some point between being sold and waking up and I don’t remember. D-did I?"

She left out the part where Cassian claimed Nicholas called her a vile woman, the lashes bit, and the most recent events in Greyhall. In short, this was baby-step simple because she was overwhelmed and she needed to start somewhere.

Nicholas’s face did something complicated that she didn’t understand.

"No. Never. Who told you that?"

"My brother," she replied in the same tone she’d use to tell someone it might rain. "It doesn’t matter, I suppose. I definitely committed treason in Greyhall so that ship has sailed."

Understatement. That ship had sailed, caught fire, hit an iceberg, and the ’there’s room for two’ metaphor sank with it.

"I need to tell you something."

She hiccuped and her eyes burned against her will. Nicholas sat up, concern written across every line of his face.

"My father says—" She stopped and took a steadying breath. "I am married to the Dragon King, Nicholas. I am sorry that you are in this position. I breached the contract with him and my father said he will burn Lunaris. I don’t want him to burn Shadowfell."

Apologizing wouldn’t cover it. But she did it anyway, delivered from his lap.

The statement sat between them like a grenade she just pulled the pin out of and she waited for the explosion.

It came.

Rage tsunamied through their matebond like a door-kicking motherfucker, hard enough to make her flinch.

The anger was deserved. She would be upset too if she were sitting in a magic tree pool and her fated mate confessed he was married. That was the kind of disclosure that killed the mood. Right up there with ’I’m actually your cousin.’

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