TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
She leans back into the touch without pausing, without looking up, and for one full second the two of them go quiet and soft and so completely married that I have to glance away, like I’ve walked in on something private.
Then it’s gone.
The hand lifts, the warmth snaps off, and the two of them turn their pale stern eyes back on me in unison, and the temperature drops right back down to stranger.
“Now.” Penelope folds her hands on the counter. “The Lycan King’s name buys you my attention, girl. I’ll be very clear that it buys you nothing else. It does not buy you the grade, it does not buy you my goodwill, and it most certainly does not buy you the thing you mean to ask for, because the thing