The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 22
Cathy
How are you doing? I thought.
Good. Tired, but good, the voice in my mind answered back through the tunnel.
ing me everywhere. My only friend besides Theo.
w you are, the voice continued, sounding a bit concerned. You don’t really talk about yoursel
tern of angels carved in the stone. There’s not much to talk about mys
you usually describe it.
’t like to be outside anymore. Or the mysterious figure in the trees I saw with Theo, or the eyes I felt on me, or the lack of sleep I was getting, or the heavy disapproval I was feeling from the maidservants. I did not w
so are most of my favorite plants.
an’t you jus
alling me, I demanded, bluntly en
before responding, Talk to you soon, my Cathy.
ng the conversation. If it wasn’t internal.
of exhaustion, I returned to the corridor, the guards standing outside my bedroom following suit. Aldrich was going to eventually find out about my paranoia and the strange things happening here, if not t
to know I was lying if I was not seen in it.
ks to talk to me.
you doing back here? No one informed me of your arrival–”
it to be a surprise,” she interrupted with a pretty smile. “I
re she left that day, I had asked her to stay in the es
er here, any sliver of familiarity besides Theo, would be very helpful to my predicament. Maybe I
e in. But I wanted to ask you if you’d like to help me decorate my new room,” she offered ho
ers and plants to decorate it with.”
tedly. “Let’s go. I already have a vision.”
nding. We were very close as girls, and it was sad that the bond seemed to ebb with the flow of time. Bu
nd her as she picked out mostly red dahlias.
out when something shot by
dged something, whatever whistled by my ear.
he unknown object landed, impaled in the dirt. It
ly looking around in every direction.
body converting from exhaustion to full on adrenaline. Survival
n’t see anyone,” I breathed
the dirt, the soil staining her skirts. I crawled over to where the arrow was buried. There was a piece of
neat, perfect writing. So perfect that it was unnerving.
be paranoid.
Emily
little more often than when the rash littered my skin, but still not a lot. He does not look at my face when he returns, simply going through the motions of eating, dressing, leaving, and repea
o another room. He doesn’t seem to enjoy eating with me anymore, most likely a lack of appetite.
.
.”
his porridge.
very intention of inheriting the throne,” I purred, curling my fingers around the coffee mug. “And the people
eating. “Aldrich has never wanted to be King.”
he likes to protect his peopl
d eating, chewing slowly.
this point is if he is dead.”
o attain the throne he wanted so dearly.
ew he was t