The Queen They Buried

Chapter 408

Aubree’s vision swam with double images. She couldn’t even tell who she’d bumped into. Instinctively, she staggered back, trying to dodge away.

But a pair of warm, big hands reached out and pulled her straight into a broad embrace.

“How much did you drink? You’re totally wasted. You reek of alcohol and smell awful now,” Bowen teased,

Aubree had to attend business socials these days, and she could usually hold her liquor pretty well.

Bowen rarely saw her this drunk. He lowered his voice, speaking right by her ear, his tone soft and lingering–like a feather brushing across her heart, making her feel all fluttery and ticklish inside.

Aubree hummed softly, forcing her eyes open to focus on the person in front of her. Then, she suddenly broke into a wide grin. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you had a dinner party tonight?”

“Dinner party? Please, nothing’s more important than picking up my girlfriend,” Bowen replied with a grin.

like code for a singles mixer packed with

on in his mind. She–tilted her face up, letting herself snuggle

lights, and she wore a goofy, happy smile, blinking up

you’re really the best, aren’t you?” she slurred

really driving

thinking, “How does she look so cute?

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips, the spicy tang of alcohol on

good

gently gathered her into his arms, holding her close like a dragon who had finally found his

under his claws to take her back to his lair, where he could keep her safe

face turned so soft and mushy it was almost enough to give

help but roll their eyes, thinking, “Wasn’t this the same guy who swore he was just looking after Aubree like she was his sister? He even said

knew Bowen, just