The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 952

“Has Ella looked her over?” Hank asks, his professional demeanor returning now as he studies Marigold from a few feet away. Maryam turns, hearing the shift in her father’s voice and bringing Marigold back over. “Is she healthy, besides being malnourished?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” mom says, clearly overhearing her name and coming over. “I did a scan last night after we fed her. As you say, Hank, she’s malnourished and going to need some feeding up – but I cleared up some bumps and bruises and a little viral bug she was carrying. But beyond that she’s a perfectly healthy little four-year-old girl.”

“She’s not four,” Maryam says, laughing a little and coming close.

Marigold whips her head to Maryam with a frown. “Four!” she says, quite definitive, holding up four fingers.

“What?” Mom asks, confused, looking between the pair.

“Oh, little baby liar,” Maryam says, laughing and wrinkling her nose at Marigold, who blushes, caught. My mouth falls open in surprise.

“She – she knows how to lie?” Jackson whispers, his eyes wide. “I didn’t know…they could do that…”

“Well, apparently this is a crafty, clever little rabbit,” Maryam says on a laugh, turning to grin at the rest of us. “Food was distributed according to age, with children 1-3 allotted a slightly smaller amount than the 4-8 year olds. This one has been telling me that she’s four since she was barely big enough to walk into my aid tent.”

“Four,” Marigold growls, her brow lowering, quite definitive.

We all laugh, imagining the hungry little girl making her bold bluff for more food. Jackson grins, sensing an affinity with his daughter and reaching for her. Maryam laughs and hands her over to her dad.

“It’s true,” Jackson says with a sigh. “Timeline-wise, she’s closer to three and a half. I guess you could round up to four, if it makes you happy, Marigold.”

She nods, sharp and definitive. “Four,” she says, resting her head on her dad’s shoulder.

We all grin and nod, giving into it.

“Is there any way to know her birthday?” Mom asks, excited, turning to Hank. I smile at her, knowing immediately the direction of her thoughts. Mom loves birthdays.

But suddenly I frown, snapping my face up to Jackson. “When’s your birthday?”

He just shrugs, looking down at me, clearly at a loss. My mouth drops open, appalled.

“No way of knowing,” Hank says, shrugging. “You’ll just have to pick a date.”

“Is this really our best use of time?” Rafe asks, frowning as he comes over, Jesse at his side. I look around for Mark but see that he’s already gone. “Planning Marigold’s birthday party?”