His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 232: Read Me a Story

Edrick

I watched as Moana’s head of red hair slowly faded into the distance. She seemed to stop and look over her shoulder before stepping into the treeline, with Kat following secretly at a distance.

From where I was standing, I could still see her as she began to wander around the entrance to the forest.

Just one day ago, I wouldn’t have let her go out like that. But I had a constant patrol keeping watch around the entire perimeter of the property where anyone could feasibly get in, I had patrolled the whole property myself just last night, and I sent Kat along with Moana to keep an eye on her.

If my father was going to try to get at Moana, it would certainly be near impossible for him to accomplish. And besides… keeping Moana cooped up would only make her more likely to be in danger.

“Daddy?”

I was suddenly snapped out of my deep thought by the sound of Ella’s voice. I didn’t realize it, but I must have been staring out the window for quite some time while I was stuck in my deep train of thought.

“Yes, Princess?” I asked, turning to face her. She had a book in her hands, and she held it out to me. Her hair was messed up and she was a bit out of breath, like she had just run inside after playing out on the lawn.

“Will you read me a story?”

worn, with no text or design on it; I honestly had no recollection of ever seeing a book like it before and wondered where she found it, but I figured that children often had mysterious ways of exploring shelves

mind. Maybe by the time I finished reading to Ella, Moana would have returned from her walk and we could do something together as

grabbed my hand, leading me over to the armchair by the window. I sat down and let her crawl up into my lap, then wrapped my arm around her and cracked the

was just as dusty as the

making a face at all of the

insisted, pushing her lower

and finally relented, although my fingers were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where

worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story

a kids’ book, I thought to

of his own. In fact, the children in the little village that he lived in were afraid of him, as they saw his worn-out old

her head. “Keep

though, because he was working on something. You see, the old man was a skilled craftsman, and he was visited one night by a guardian spirit who told him that he had to make something very special: a golden knife…

felt my hands start to shake and my eyes widened. I nearly

Moana had dreamed of… The

asked, tilting her head back to look up at me with her big eyes. “Why

out of it. It was just a story, and it was a somewhat common one. It was only a coincidence that Ella found it in

didn’t know why he was tasked with making it or

a thought. “Ella?” I

then tilted her head back again and looked up

didn’t find it,”

brow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You didn’t find it in

shook her head.

game that she