“Knox, I can’t stand in front of reporters. I’ll freeze. Or say something stupid. Or trip and fall on my face, which honestly seems the most likely—”
“Ember.” He crosses to me and cups my face in his hands. “All you have to do is stand there and look beautiful. I’ll handle everything else.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re the Lycan King. People expect you to be confident and terrifying. I’m just...” I gesture vaguely at myself. “Me. The boring omega who couldn’t even keep her husband interested.”
Knox’s eyes flash. “First, you’re not boring. Second, Gale’s a f*****g i***t. And third, by the time we’re done today, everyone will know exactly what he lost.”
I want to argue, but he’s looking at me like I’m something valuable instead of something disposable, and it makes my throat tight
