Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: ’But—why?’

Florian’s shoulders stiffened as Heinz’s gaze bore into him, sharp and unrelenting. It was like being stripped bare, every thought, every doubt, laid out for the man to dissect.

"Did you tell anyone where we were going yesterday?"

The question hit him like a cold slap.

Florian’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse stuttered.

’Shit. I did.’

His gaze dropped to the floor as his mind raced through the events of the previous day. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—why would he? He trusted those people. They weren’t threats. They weren’t enemies.

And yet, under Heinz’s sharp, knowing stare, an uncomfortable weight pressed down on his chest. It was suffocating.

His fingers twitched.

Finally, he gave a small nod. "Yes..." His voice was quieter than he intended.

’Fuck. I totally forgot he told me not to tell anyone.’

He braced himself.

Heinz had been patient with him—too patient. By now, with everything Florian had done that should’ve made him furious, Heinz should have snapped. Should have scolded him. Should have given him that sharp, ice-cold glare that made people freeze in place.

Maybe this would be the last straw.

’He’s going to snap. He’s going to threaten me again.’

But Heinz didn’t explode.

He didn’t even frown.

He only tilted his head slightly, his long black hair slipping over his shoulder, those crimson eyes studying Florian with unreadable intensity.

"Who?"

Florian exhaled, steadying himself. "Cashew. And Princess Alexandria."

The moment he said their names, he saw it. The subtle shift in Heinz’s gaze. Suspicion. Calculation.

Florian knew exactly what Heinz was thinking.

"You must think they’re the traitors now, don’t you?" he said before Heinz could. His voice was firmer this time, laced with something defensive. "But it’s not them. I know it’s not."

’Cashew and Alexandria could never.’

Heinz didn’t react right away. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose.

"In this life," he murmured, voice calm but impossibly cold, "there is no one who is trustworthy." His gaze flickered, dark and unreadable. "Not even Lancelot and Lucius."

Florian’s stomach twisted.

"Then why do you trust them?"

Heinz looked away.

"Because I know the characteristics of the one who killed me," he said. His tone was light, almost casual, but there was something chilling in the way he said it. As if he had long since made peace with the fact that he had died before. "And I am certain it’s not them. If it was, then they were probably just minor accomplices."

Florian stilled.

’Wait. What?’

He hadn’t expected that.

So Heinz had some idea of who the traitor might be. And he never said anything?

His throat felt dry, but he didn’t push it. Not now. There were more urgent things to deal with.

He took a slow step back, exhaling steadily.

"...Then what do we do?"

Heinz crossed his arms against his chest, his crimson gaze flickering back toward the window.

"If someone tipped the village off to our arrival, then they could have known who we were from the start," Heinz murmured, his voice low, calculating. "And if they knew... then there’s a chance they’re keeping us here for a reason."

A cold shiver ran down Florian’s spine.

’Keeping us here... for a reason?’

What reason could that be?

Even if the villagers somehow knew that Heinz’s was the king they have grievance over, he’s sure they’re also aware that Heinz could very well wipe out their whole village.

Heinz was quiet. Too quiet.

His red eyes flickered with thought, arms still crossed, his posture rigid with something unreadable. Whatever was running through his mind, Florian could tell it wasn’t good.

Azure whimpered again, his tiny body pressing against Florian’s chest, claws fumbling against the fabric of his cloak as he tried to climb higher. A small, pitiful groan escaped him—soft, barely there, but desperate.

Florian’s chest tightened.

’He’s scared.’

The thought sent a flicker of unease through him.

Azure had been restless since earlier, shifting and clinging to him, but now Florian could feel it more clearly—the way his little body trembled, the way his claws refused to loosen their grip. It wasn’t just unease. It was fear.

Slowly, Florian bent down and scooped him up properly, holding him closer. Azure buried his tiny face into Florian’s chest, his small frame stiff and shivering.

Florian swallowed, his grip unconsciously tightening.

’Even he can feel it. He knows something’s wrong.’

’She doesn’t even look sick... hold on.’

’What if... Leila was never sick?’

The moment the thought formed, something inside him lurched. His heartbeat picked up, hammering against his ribs with an anxious, suffocating force. His grip on Azure grew rigid. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

’Why would he lie?’

’They lured me here.’