The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0265

While the princes were giving interviews with the camera crews, Terry and a few of his servants

escorted the candidates, including myself, on a tour of his mansion.

When the plan had been suggested, I had seen the worry in both Nicholas’s and Julian’s gazes, but their

concern was merely blinding them to the benefits of such a move. If I could take the tour, perhaps Terry

would show us to some of his more private offices. And if I could slip away…

I tried to convey as such with my eyes, unable to privately speak with Nicholas and Julian, but my efforts

only seemed to double their worry. I wouldn’t be waylaid from my plan, however. This was the reason we

had even pushed to have this event.

We needed the dirt on Terry, and this was the perfect way to find it.

Terry led the way, with the candidates behind, and the servants following. I had hoped there would be

enough of us that I would have a chance to slip away. As it was, Terry kept me in his shadow. He touched

my wrist when I dared stray too far from his side.

The gleam in his eyes made me nervous to openly disobey, almost like that was what he wanted me to

do, so that he could put into practice his promise of… breaking me.

I shuddered at the thought. I could only imagine the horrors of what that would entail. From what it

sounded like, my consent was not a part of the equation.

Finally, after several long minutes of waiting for Terry’s guard to drop, Jessica stopped him and asked

of the

brushstrokes look

red with outrage. “I can

walked closer to her and the artwork in question. He reached out, tracing the

touching the painting.

early work. If you

even with the servants. None of them

or care when

throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it, I turned and darted

down this hallway. I had no idea where I was going. But

ask too many

my head into every open door. I found

and then finally an office.

make

clean, with every pen in its place and no stray papers in sight.

flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills, a statement from an internet

year’s insurance

by Terry’s accountant, which made me wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I

even rooms he rarely visited.

directly connected to his decadence. So this room could easily be his accountant’s office, or just an

no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the

pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

the slightest. Or, if it was, I would need an accounting degree

not that good.

still had time to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to be actively looked for. My bathroom excuse would only carry me so far. After

hour, people might stop believing.

it slammed shut. A lock turned. I

the sound of breathing too

closed

for a long moment for all sounds to cease, and then I waited a minute more to be

When I had heard the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on the inside. The only thing on the