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

one of

brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

red with outrage. “I can assure you

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

without actually touching

is his early work.

until I was even with the servants. None of them looked at me. None seemed

or care when

throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I

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

too many questions when hit with that excuse.

ducked my head into every open door. I found

and then finally an office.

my gaze across the office to make sure it was empty, I

was immaculately clean, with every pen in its

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

next year’s

office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I

even rooms he

directly connected to his decadence. So this room could easily

drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers underneath.

pens were all symmetrical and identical. They

away.

slightest. Or, if

not that good.

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.

hour, people might stop believing.

door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock

sound of breathing

closed

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