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 artworks.

this real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she

outrage. “I can assure you

question. He reached out, tracing

without actually touching the painting.

work. If you

by step, I backed up until I was even with the servants. None of them

or care when I stepped behind them.

continued to move backwards until I was near a corner

us down this hallway. I had no idea where I was

to ask too many questions when hit

I found

then finally an

across the office to make sure it was empty, I

in

They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills,

next year’s insurance information.

Terry’s accountant, which made me wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The

things in gold, even

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

a fancy paperweight with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop

notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

room was likely a bust. Nothing here seemed to be incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was,

not that good.

to the door. Maybe I 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

people might stop

slammed shut. A lock turned. I heard footsteps walk away.

and held my breath, scared even the sound of breathing too loudly would

that closed

for all sounds to cease, and

I had heard the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was