The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 147

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“Don’t be coy, now, Your Majesty,” Terry said with an easy smile. “You should tell the girls that I will be helping to judge the Second Ball.” 

The King nodded. “It is as he says. 

The candidates began to chatter. If Terry was to be a judge, then it would be beneficial to eam his good favor. 

Yet I still 

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ouldn’t entirely dismiss the creeping feeling that tickled my skin whenever he glanced in my 

“Why do you suppose he is staying in the palace when he lives so near?” whispered the girl beside me. “He lives nearby?” I asked. That was the first I had heard of it, though I supposed it made sense 

“Yes,” the girl said. “He stays in the large mansion up the road. It’s on the same land as the palace. I believe it’s on the other side of the forest. 

My blood ran cold. I had been just outside the mansion on the other side of the forest. 

That was the place where I had felt my wolf. 

I swiveled in my chair, turning my full attention to Julian. 

He had heard. I knew because his usual smirk was missing. Instead, he met my gaze with a stern one of his own. His mouth was a tight line. His eyes looked strained. 

Terry lived in that house? 

Then that would mean… 

Did he know something about the underground organization? Was this why Julian had kept from me the owner of the house he didn’t want me to know a royal was so directly involved? 

But then, Julian had always hinted it could be so. He had urged me not even to trust the King. Just how deeply did this organization go? 

“He’s dangerous, Julian whispered, for my ears only. 

I snapped upright in my chair, suddenly rigid. He’d been so overly friendly with Elva and me already. Did 

he know Julian and I were the ones that had snooped outside of his home? That we had chased the car with the person who had stolen my wolf? 

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Half of me wanted to shake him and demand answers. The other half wanted to cower in fear. 

If he was royal and in the underground organization, then he was indeed dangerous. He was powerful enough to make me disappear if he wanted, and no one would even know where to look. 

“You will need a place to sit, Terry,” the King said, looking out over the table. 

“If I could choose my own seat,” Terry said. 

“Of course,” said the King. 

My stomach sank down to the floor as Terry walked by many open seats to come toward me. He stopped just behind the chair of the girl next to me. 

“I don’t suppose I could convince you to move over one seat, my dear? I promise it will only be for as long as I stay.” 

Her smile wavered but she could say no. This would be an additional seat between her and Julian, her chosen prince. With obvious reluctance, she stood and moved to the next seat. 1 

“It’s my honor,” she said, an obvious lie.