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.

reunion sounded like code for a

no idea what was going on in his mind. She–tilted her face up, letting

under the lights, and she wore a goofy, happy smile, blinking up at him

best, aren’t

was really driving

his teeth, thinking, “How does she

a kiss to

this good to you,”

holding her close like a dragon who had

back to his lair, where he could keep her

Samson stood not far away, watching as Bowen’s face turned so soft and mushy it was almost enough to give them

swore he was just looking after Aubree like she was his sister? He even said there was no

He always knew Bowen, just didn’t know how to