CHAPTER 12
“I…umm…I’m….uhhh”
“Clarissa Knox,” the king says, easily. “Cain told me you were nervous. You don’t have to be. You’re safe here. I promise.”
I feel like a deer caught in headlights.
Over the king’s shoulder, Cain mouths ‘curtsy’ to me.
Oh! Duh!
I immediately curtsy, dropping my eyes to the ground.
The king and the other black haired man – Henry – chuckle in unison.
“Cain, maybe take our guest upstairs. She looks like she could use some rest.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
“Wait! I want to see her!”
Cain stops and bows his head. I glance up at the feminine voice.
From the same direction that Henry appeared, out steps a woman with dark hair up in a messy bun. She’s in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and carrying a bunch of flowers.
“Wow,” she whispers. “I thought you’d look different, Claire.”
I glance up at Cain in confusion.
The woman laughs, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry! Claire, I’m Skylar Callahan. I’m the one who asked the boys to look after you.”
And I’m still stumped.
“Love, the girl is covered in bandages, soaked in blood, looks skinnier than when I found you…maybe we can talk to her and completely shatter her world when she’s rested?” the king suggests.
Ms. Callahan glares at him.
“I’ll send for Matt,” she says walking over to me. She hands me the flowers, tucking a strand of my greasy hair behind my ears. “It’s lovely to meet you, Claire.”
What the hell is going on?
“It’s great to meet you too, Ms. Callahan,” I whisper.
“Call me Skye,” she murmurs, stepping back.
“Are you done traumatizing her now, love?” the king calls, raising an eyebrow.
