Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 479

Claire immediately clamped her legs together. "I must have bumped it! You know how steep the stairs at Southmont Abbey are."

She wasn't wrong. The Aurelian Abbey in Southmont was ancient, and its ninety-nine steps were perilously steep, almost at a forty-five-degree angle. The stones were locally sourced and unpolished, with sharp edges that easily scraped the knees of pilgrims.

Her explanation was plausible enough that Noreen didn't question it further, focusing on cleaning the scrapes on her other knee.

Claire let out a silent sigh of relief. At the same time, she mentally cursed a certain pervert. Of all the places to kiss, did he have to choose there? So weird.

A flash of a memory—of a steamy bathroom, of tangled limbs—made her cheeks burn. That man was an absolute beast in bed. Then again, it might have been the soup his grandma made them drink. Whatever the reason, her legs were still trembling.

"Wrap your knees in plastic wrap when you shower later. Don't get them wet," Noreen instructed. As she looked up, she noticed the flush on Claire's cheeks. "Why are you blushing?"

"Because I've got a thing for you, obviously," Claire blurted out.

Thankfully, Noreen was used to her friend's outrageous remarks and didn't think twice about it. "Just remember to keep the wounds dry."

"So, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Hard pass."

Claire clutched her heart dramatically. "Noreen, you're so cruel."

Noreen's only response was to decisively shut her bedroom door. In the empty living room, Claire let out a long, shaky breath. That was close.

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