Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
He pulls me up to the platform and I straighten my clothes, or what is left of the gown Priest chose for me. The pull
“There are things you need to know,” Nate says, shutting the cart’s door and walking back around to the front of me.
“Okay.”
He takes out a small white box and hands it to me. “This is your phone now. Get rid of whatever you had before if the Mad Prince even allowed you to have one.”
“He didn’t,” I answer, taking the phone from him.
“There are other students here, but only few. This is a very small organization; it always has been. Some of the most skilled assassins come from this school. There’s a reason why you won’t know who they are, and that further only signifies their skill. But hear this, Luna, you are the first of your kind.”
“Rebellis?” I ask, tucking the phone under my arm.
Nate shakes his head, the smile wavering on his mouth. “We usually keep this away from other happenings out there. The Malum line is the one who takes care of what we need to take care of, but I fought hard to keep War away from this. Truthfully, his skills will be suited much more as a counter product to Halen.”
I choke on my laugh because I knew I couldn’t be the only one who matched them. “They’re going to be together one day.”
Nate’s smile widens. “Indeed.”
I sigh. “Okay, so is this a warning that things will be harder for me because I’ll have to prove myself?”
He moves forward, offering me his arm. “You’re a King. You don’t need to prove that. But you will need to prove that you’re worthy of the same table they all sit on. Are you prepared for that?”
I blink. Years ago, I walked into The Devil’s arms because that was what they had planned for me to do. So why am I here now if this was the plan all along?
“Wait, I have a question.” I suck in a deep breath. I don’t like to ask a lot of questions. In fact, I’d rather make up my own mind with whatever is being shown to me and keep quiet, especially with the Fathers; but if what he’s saying is true, this is something that I need to know, regardless.
“Go ahead.” He stops shy of the wide metal doors.
“If this was the plan all along, why did I need to go with Priest?”
Nate’s smile drops. “Ah, little one. That is something I cannot answer.”
He reaches for the door and slides it across. “Welcome home, Luna.”
The monitor is as big as the window I spent the last few years staring outside of from Priest’s haunted palace. I hate that even in this moment—this, what could be otherwise explained as a freeing moment—all I want is to feel the fear slide down my spine and every ticking loop of uncertainty the more that time goes on.
It probably makes me stupid. Definitely does.
“Ahhh, so a King?”
My eyes fly across the room to find the girl deciding to be the first to break the silence, when my stomach fills with knots. She is beautiful. Dark skin, long legs, and hair that flows down her back in tight curls. Her eyes remind me of the cliff faces in Aspen, where we used to visit.
She opens her mouth, and closes it again, before her chestnut gaze lands on Nate. “Seems a little unfair to have one of your own here, Malum.” She even crosses her arms in front of her chest to better draw home her seriousness.
It only pushes her breasts up high from her leather crop.
“How’d I know you’d be the first to contest, Isabella?” Nate’s brow curves upward, but he brushes off her small tantrum.
“And me.” A boy’s voice comes from behind, and I look over my shoulder slightly, but not enough to be blind from Isabella, since she clearly isn’t a fan of my being here.
Neither of them are.
How many did Nate say were here at this school? Not sure I can handle more enemies. Damn. I’m going to have to sleep with one eye open. I prefer not to, since I rely on my sleep.
Even from the limited view of my side-eye, I can make out the silhouette of the boy. He is bigger set, but not as much as Priest or Vaden, and definitely not like Nate. But big enough.
“I thought you’d be happy, of all people.” Isabella rolls her eyes, and I’m back to keeping my focus on her, since I’m pretty sure that she’s the one I shouldn’t, under any circumstances, take my attention from. She moves to the center of the room, typing on the keys that fix to the bottom of the large screen. “After all, she’s not only a King.”
Nate stands awfully quiet somewhere. I guess this is what he was talking about.