The Forgotten Luna (Adessa) novel Chapter 79

ADESSA.

“Will you tell the truth for all my questions, or do I have to use my command on you again?” He began.

“I will not lie, my King,” I responded.

“Good.” He then motioned with his hand, directing me to the couches. “Take your seat. Is it Savannah or Adessa?”

With my head down, I headed for the nearby single couch and sat there. I tilted my head and found him looking at me, still standing where he was earlier.

“Adessa. My name is Adessa Quijeros.” I replied, doing my best for my voice not to crack. “I killed two people from the Knight’s Stone Pack, but if you would let me explain…”

He raised his hand, and it made me stop talking.

“Enough.” That was all he said, and cold sweat formed everywhere on my body. He turned around and walked toward the table where a vintage telephone sat.

Is he going to call someone to arrest me?

I stood up abruptly. “My King!” This time, I couldn’t stop my voice from trembling.

He placed a finger on his lips after he pressed a number, and I held my breath, but my heart was racing against my chest. There was no way I could outrun his men. I looked at the big window nearby, checking if I could push or draw it open.

I might need to use the heat power to get away from them, but what if they fire bullets or throw spears at me?

“Get me all the information about Adessa Quijeros of the Iron Crest Pack.” I heard him tell someone from the other line, and my head snapped back to look at him. He didn’t even wait a few seconds after he talked; he just immediately dropped the call and faced me again.

“Sit down, Adessa.” He ordered me.

I slowly lowered myself to the couch, my hand gripping the armrest tightly. I didn’t dare blink, keeping my eyes focused on him and the door.

“Relax, my child. No one will take you under my presence.”

I could not stop myself from letting out a breath of relief that my whole body jolted forward as tears trickled down my face. “I didn’t want to kill them, but they were planning to rape me, my King. They talked about how they would abuse me while I could hear them. No woman, no one, should feel that kind of torture. I have to save myself. I thought then, it’s either me or them. I don’t want to die.”

I tilted my head and looked at him while saying the last sentence. Despite my blurry sight, I saw his hands on his side coiled into fists.

“I just want a fair trial, my King. To protect my rights and to say my pleas.” I continued, and the tears kept rolling down my cheeks. “I can ask forgiveness from their families too. I will do slave labor if I must, but I want to protect my dignity. It’s the only thing I have. I have nothing. Nothing.”

“They took you out of your free will.” He stated as he approached me, handing me a white handkerchief embossed with the palace seal.