Chapter l118
The Luna Choosing Game
Chapter 0118
The Kingâs whole face went pale for a beat, and in the next, he became very red, like he might explode.
Julian let the lie linger for far longer than was comfortable, until the King seemed like he might choke to
death on it.
Then Julian laughed, and said, âJust kidding! Nicholas isnât the father, sorry!â
He pulled me away then, quickly, before the King could recover.
The servant, concerned for his King, rushed to his side, leaving our escape open.
Out in the hallway, Julian pulled out of one royal room and into another. This one wasnât quite so elaborate, likely a princeâs personal chambers. Yet it seemed far too organized and clean to belong to
Julian.
A television was on overtop of a sofa. I thought I heard Nicholasâs voice, but Julian spoke louder and closer, straight in my ear.
âYou cannot tell the King the truth about Elvaâs birth or the story of your wolf.â
I blinked, surprised by his urgency. Heâd switched from mischievous to deadly serious in an instant.
âI have reason to suspect that some of the royalty might be involved in the underground market. We canât trust anyone. Not my brothers, not the Luna, and not the King.â
âSurely not Nicholasâ¦â I refused to believe that he would have anything to do with what happened to me
or Elva.
Julian rolled his eyes. âOf course not Nicholas. But we canât tell him the truth of our investigation. So we need to keep them all in the dark about everything ever.â
I couldnât believe my ears. If the King was involvedâ¦
What could that possibly mean for the kingdom?
âGive me time. Until I find out who knows what and who is innocent, we cannot let anything sl*p
Got it?â
I nodded.
âGood.â He pushed a hand through his hair. âGod, that was close. He was about to sick those guards on
you.
â.. Elva.â I needed to get to her, right away.
âHold on.â Julian retrieved his plone. He dialed something, then brought the phone to my est
Prince Julian?â Mark sald, his voice stiffer than I was used to. âHow may I assist you, Your Royal
Highness?
âMark, its Piper. Is Elva okay?â
Immediately, his voice softened for me. âSheâs here and sheâs fine. Why? is something happening?â
âItâs the King, I⦠Please donât let anyone take her â
âSheâs safe with me, Piper. On my life. No one will harm this child.â
The way he emphasized, I could tell he knew what I was asking, and I could hear his reply loud and clear.
I could have cried for it.
If the King himself comes through this door, I will still protect this child.
âThank you, Mark. Thank you so much.â
âIt is an honor, Miss.â He coughed. âThough I should tell you, it is also a direct order from Prince Nicholas.â
I breathed in added relief. To have them both on my side, and now Julian too, gave me immeasurable comfort.
But that left one questionâ¦
âWhere is Prince Nicholas?â
âPiper,â Mark said. âAre you near a TV?â
Julian had wandered closer to where the television blared in the room. He waved me closer. As I did, 1 slowly lowered the phone to more clearly hear.
Nicholas was sitting on a white chair facing the camera, in a room not unlike the one we had given our shared statement in
âUnfortunately, with that evidence, I can show you conclusively that I am not Elvaâs father.â Nicholas
said.
âUnfortunately? the producer prompted.
The child is a credit to her mother and her pack,â Nicholas said. âI would have been proud to have her be mine. Alas. He let the word hang.
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âYou smart son of a b*tch,â Julian said to the television. Any such compliment from Julian to Nicholas was rare, even with an insult attached. I doubted very much he would have said it had Nicholas been in this very room.
I gave Julian a confused look.