Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 143

I didn’t like his plan. In fact it was barely even a plan. It was poorly thought out, and poorly executed, I had no idea how he was going to go up against the king if he needed to, but he was right, if I didn’t take this opportunity then I would be trapped with the king forever.

“None of that even matters if we can’t get her cuffs off though.” Nick had a valid point, I looked to Adrian who was trying his hardest to think up something quickly, but you could clearly see him drawing blank.

“Ok…” I whispered, while awkwardly drying my eyes with the back of my cuffed hand. Both guys looked at me, as Adrian smiled at my compliance, but he was panicking, his eyes stared at the cuffs and a frown took over his features. I had to buck up, and I had to start helping myself Because Adrian was right, I had to get away from the king. “So, What exactly is your plan? I asked nervously, I wasn’t entirely sure I would be happy with Adrian’s response.

“To get you to the van… Was that it? Simply the get me to this mysterious van they told me about…

“Is that it?” This really was the worst plan I’d ever heard. “I get that you didn’t know about the restraints, but What about my scent? The king will be able to track it without any strain,” If we didn’t do something to cover my apparently inesistible smell, then everything would have been for nothing. “Nick? Go and grab me some of Aryas things. That should work. Her clothes or perfume, basically anything that will make me smell like her.”

see what I can get.” Nick nodded and was quick to lease back

him off mid sentence. Was he an idiot? Definitely.

out

sighed and looked at the boy in front of me. He was staring me in the eyes a certain determination to him

did he expect me to do something like that? What did he think I was going to get out tonight and be able to have the king dethroned by

had me over

I couldn’t step one

to do that?” I snapped at him. It was fairly obvious by

a small bottle of her perfume. “We need to hurry.” Arya threw her coat over my shoulders and fastened a small pop button under my chin to keep it on. Obviously with my hands bound 1 was unable

long enough for me to successfully climb the stairs, and my skin was already bruising just from the tightness alone, so climbing the stairs was simply out of the question. Before I could even mention it however, I was hurled over Adrian’s shoulder and marched up the stairs and