TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
Remi Wintersthe lycan king's second chance mate
“Where’s Nathaniel? He found Devika, shouldn’t he be—”
The shift in Queenie is small, but I catch it, because I’ve gotten good at catching small shifts. The brightness flickers.
She clears her throat and waves a hand a touch too breezily.
“Oh, he’s — around. Working. You know Nathaniel, always working.” She says it lightly, too lightly. “The second we landed in the city, he peeled off to do his Beta thing. We’re not exactly—” She stops, recovers, and smiles too wide. “We’re not joined at the hip. Good riddance, frankly. Man’s allergic to a day off.”