EMBER’S POV
“He’s going to divorce me.”
“You’re not married.”
“He’s going to divorce me preemptively.” I’m losing a war with six shopping bags in the back of the car while Daxon and Reyes unload the rest in a haunted silence that says they’ve seen more today than they have in their entire jobs. “He’s going to invent a brand-new kind of divorce specifically for this.”
“Ember, breathe,” Queenie says, practically vibrating with glee. “The damage is already done. It’s set in stone. Literally.”
She clutches a spool of ribbon to her chest like a religious artefact.
“Do you understand the sheer poetry of this? Just picture it. The most terrifying Lycan on the continent is going to walk out his front door in a perfectly tailored suit to survey his estate, and he is going to make direct eye c
