The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 61

“Oh, my god,” I said, staring at the bow in horror. I recognized the arrow in the bow; it was grotesquely familiar, the arrow that had been haunting my life and my nightmares.

He knelt down to examine the corpse of his victim. I dared to look too despite the ugly wound, grimacing. Even as a healer, I did not grow accustomed to the sight of blood. I stared at the man’s face in confusion, puzzled as to why I recognized his weapons but not his face.

“I don’t know him,” I said in anger, “do you?”

ither.”

nseeing eyes and his weathered, old face and his unrecognizable hair. How could I not recognize someone that was trying to kill me a

I said as I grabbed the arrow from the bow and violently impaled him with it in the chest, crying out in frustration. I didn’t care a

spit onto the man’s face, glaring in fury. I didn’t even hate him more than I despised the unfamiliarity of him.

ognize him!”

pulling me into him. I sighed, trying to relax as he pressed

rior abilities.”

waist.

y sleep deprived,” Aldrich urged, drawing circles on my hip bone.

oments, I nodded.

***

od and bathed in such tranquility, I fell asleep against him in the bathtub. He carried me to bed and folded me in the silk sheets as I snoozed away, drifting into a nightmare free sleep.

of clothing, as if it was the middle of the winter.

I frowned in puzzlement as another maid approached me with a crochet floppy hat that people wear on the coast. It would surely swallow my entire head.

e Prince’s or

cking an eyebrow. “What for?”

ting for me to get out of bed.

ntangling myself from the sheets. They got to work immediately, dressing me in a long, Victorian trench coat along with boots to match. To my pleasure–and I note that sarcastically–they accessorized the outfit with the crochet hat. I felt as if I was being swallowed whole, already

o pay for this

nned.

earing a servant’s hat along with a plain tunic and ragged looking pants. At least we both looked foolish.

h.

essed like two caricatures?” I asked harshly, and

You’ll see,” he promised. He offered

face nursed the expression of someone very ominous and capable of inflicting punishment. “I said, let us go.” His tone was more firm, more hu

o one around, I would’ve forced him to grab me by the throat if he wanted me to le

arriages, and I couldn’t help but remember the fairytale book Theo

ht, and my stomach twisted with guilt when I noticed handfuls of sick people on the sidewalks. But we rode past them, and I vowed to myself I would return after admitting it to Aldrich.

and then offered his hand to help me out. I took it as I stepped down, shooting him a suspicious look.

.

different?” he asked, smirking.

pproval or female admirers. It was as if we were average civilians, like I once was.

fingers.

I looked around in wonder, admiring the restaurant’s flower decorations and French inspired art.

ile of glee, curling my hand around my cup of tea, “you r

e snorted in amusement, a grin forming.

was taking a sip from my tea, I heard a woman’s voice emerge from