“MY WIFE is here.”
“I think it’s a little bit too late for that, don’t you think?”
“Did she meet you already?” The King took off his robe, put it on the chair, and stared into me. “What do you think about her?”
“Why do people keep asking that?”
“She can be a real handiwork,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. She is a force that I don’t think you can handle. I just think that you should avoid her as best as you can. She’s not going to give it easy to you.”
“Thanks, but I know.”
“Did she say anything?”
“Nothing.” Judging from his reaction, I could tell he didn’t believe me.
The King of Wolves walked over to my bed. His face was carefully sculptured in a way that made me wonder if he was real or not. Different from Kaden’s soft and delicate face, he was all hard and tensed. Pulled taut
