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 it, but I figured that children often had mysterious ways of exploring shelves and finding random things, so maybe it was

by the time I finished reading to Ella, Moana would have returned from her walk and we could

the armchair by the window. I sat down and let her crawl up into my lap, then wrapped my arm around her

as dusty

one, Ella?” I asked, making a face at

shook her head. “I want this one,” she insisted, pushing her lower lip out in an irresistible pout. “Please? Pretty

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

could make something up if the story got strange, “there was an old man

for a kids’ book, I thought to

friends, and he didn’t have any family. He never got married, and he never had children 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 house at the end of the street as being a cursed place… Are you sure you want me to read this, Ella? Won’t you

head. “Keep reading,

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:

start to shake and my

was the knife that Moana had dreamed of… The knife that would kill

look up at me

my head to snap out of it. It was just a story, and it was a somewhat common one. It was only a coincidence

know why he was tasked with making it or

I asked. “Where

then tilted her head back again and looked

find it,” she

you mean?” I asked. “You didn’t find it in the

her head.

confused. Surely this had to be a game that she was playing. “Where did you get it,