TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
“You two are revolting, and I’m dying, and I don’t want my last memories to be the Lycan King catching air kisses in my hospital room.”
“Your hospital room. In my territory. Funded by my medical programme.”
“BYE, Knox.”
He goes. But not before pausing at the door to look at me one more time, and the look he gives me is the one that isn’t for anyone else, the one that says I am coming back for you, and I am counting the minutes until I do.
Then he’s gone.
Rayana waits approximately four seconds.
“So,” she says. “How big is his cock?”