Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 37

“You are asking the impossible. How am I supposed to sneak her out?” he demands.

“She can meet us somewhere, and we can grab her on the way. Either that or I stay, Kade. I won’t leave her behind,” I tell him, snatching my phone back off him. He growls and I turn away from him, walking up the street only for him to grip my arms.

“Fine, fine. What is this plan you have?” he purrs. And I turn in his arms to look up at him. He smiles back at me. “I’m sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he tells me, cupping my face in his hand.

*Now tell me what you want me to do,” he says, and I smile. He was going to help me.

The breeze was cool as the day slowed down, and all the servants prepared for dinner and end-of-day tasks. Tugging the white sheets from the clothesline with Ivy, we folded them, bringing the corners together and placing them in the basket. Our interactions had been flat most of the day, and she had been quiet for most of it. I was itching to tell her that Kade agreed and I tried a few times, but then had to stop because someone was always around.

A guard, another servant, so amongst the blowing winds and the flapping sheets, I moved closer to Ivy before reaching over and dropping the pocket watch into the front pocket of Ivy’s apron. She glanced down before putting her hand in the pocket and feeling around for what it was.

“When the big hand is on the twelve and the little is on the seven, I am leaving,” I whisper as she examines it.

earshot. Then I reached into my shirt and produced a

before quietly sneaking around and finding the keys. He had caught me and I told

key from Gannon. It’s for the laundry door,” I whisper, nodding to the one

You have to be there at 7 PM sharp,” I quickly tell her while glancing around,

and I smile

doesn’t want to be caught waiting outside the town limits,” I tell her. Looking at the sky, the clouds are moving in dark and heavy and it was going to be one hell of a storm

sure he won’t tell on

we used to long for, but actual freedom. Freedom to live,” I tell

more to us than a simple I love you. It meant

Always more,” I tell her because the Goddess knows the only reason I am here is because of her, the only reason I still sucked air into my lungs each day, if it weren’t for her I would have been dead the moment I tied that noose and around my neck, if she hadn’t climbed up there with me placing it around hers too, the rope never would have broke, I would be dead. Because the Goddess knows I wanted it to end back then. Sometimes

hit me and I shrieked. I rub the spot on my lower back and growl. Laughter reaches my ears, I spin spotting Peter, the stable hand boy, then I notice a rotten apple

lobbing them at him. Peter was one of the stable boys. He was 15 and had a mop of blonde curly hair and was always up to mischief or making a mess any way he could. I shriek when he pelts another my way before throwing another, trying to hit him with the apples while

off. I chuckle, unable to contain it while trying to muffle my laughter. Peter hid behind him before popping his head out and sticking his tongue out at