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?”

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 and finding random things, so maybe it was just tucked away

Maybe by the time I finished reading

and 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

just as dusty as

you sure you want this one, Ella?” I asked, making a face at all of the dust. “We have lots of

insisted, pushing

were already black from handling this seemingly ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately began. There was no cover page, and

read, deciding that it wasn’t worth arguing about and that I could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man who lived all by

for a kids’ book, I thought

in were afraid of him, as they saw his worn-out old house at the end of the street as being a cursed place… Are you sure you

head.

didn’t mind being all alone, 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… with a wolf’s

start to shake and my eyes widened. I nearly dropped the

was the knife that Moana had dreamed

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

and it was a somewhat common one. It was only a

He didn’t know why he was tasked with making it or what it would be used for, only

I asked. “Where did you find this

tilted her head back again and looked up

it,” she said

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

shook her

I just felt confused. Surely this had to be a game that she was playing.