TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
“What is that supposed to mean? What apocalypse?”
“He has a flash drive. He says it contains the truth about what happened the night Celeste died.” Knox’s jaw tightens but his voice stays even. “He’s promised to release it to every elder, media outlet, and enemy I’ve ever made. End my reign with whatever the fuck actually happened that night.”
The blood drains from my face.
“How many hours do we have left?”
“Roughly seventeen.”
I nearly launch off his lap. “SEVENTEEN? Knox, we shouldn’t be relaxing right now, we should be getting Gale or negotiating or SOMETHING—”