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?”

before and wondered where she found

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

sat down and

as dusty

a face at all of the dust. “We have

her head. “I want this one,” she insisted, pushing her lower lip out

ancient book. I flipped to the next page, where the story immediately

upon a time,” I 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

for a kids’ book, I thought to myself, but

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

her head. “Keep

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

my eyes widened. I nearly dropped the book

dreamed

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

just a story, and it was a somewhat common one. It was only a coincidence that Ella found it in our extensive library here at

know why he was tasked with making it or

I had a thought. “Ella?” I asked. “Where did you find this

for a moment, then tilted her head back again and looked

didn’t find it,”

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

her head.

be a game that she was playing. “Where did