The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0602

Nicholas, meanwhile, looked down and to the side. He wouldn't meet my gaze even as I walked nearer to him.

"Nick?" I prompted, fear weighing heavy on my heart.

*Unfortunately, that isn't all of the bad news I have to share," he said.

I braced myself. "What else?"

*Joyce has somehow escaped."

I gasped, shocked. How could that be? The youngest prince had been given the nicest prison cell I had ever seen in my life, but it was still a prison cell, buried deep under the palace grounds. This place is crawling with guards. How in the world would he escape?

And why would he want to? Veronica had been working with him, helping him understand the depths of his brainwashing. Had he reversed to his previous thinking in Veronica's absence?

Oh, God. Veronica was going to be devastated. She'd been working so hard with him. She saw part of herself in him, and sought to save them both. She would undoubtedly see this as her own failing.

the lock," Nicholas said. "No missing uniforms, no discrepancy among the guard, who are vetted beyond the norm to be assigned to such a post. I don't doubt them. Instead, it is

a pit open up in my stomach. I knew what he was saying with that look. My thoughts had traveled down a similar

instant but Hawk, leader of the underground organization? After all, he had

the underground organization want with Joyce?" I asked. "Hasn't he

were to happen to my father, and then Julian and myself, Joyce

really didn't like that. Were the underground planning on hurting Nicholas

they expecting a war with the

arms around myself. "The war

from his face in the next instant, taking away some of the worry with it. "Don't worry about a

"But the Bear People...?"

is already investigating, searching for the lost princess. Even if she is dead, Julian will find her bones and return

to believe that. I trusted Julian. If anyone could

feel overwhelmed. I could carry all the

over, to consider, and to

with knowing the King and Queen were working hard to turn public opinion on me. I could be gone with the next elimination ceremony, and then I wouldn't