His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 61

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 61 — The breeze was cool as the day slowed down,and all the servants prepared for dinner and end-of-day tasks. Tugging the white sheets from theclothesline with Abbie, we folded them, bringing the corners together and placing them in thebasket. We had been flat out most of the day, and she had been quiet for most of it. I know she wasitching to tell me something because she tried a few times, but then she would fall quiet becausesomeone was always around.

A guard, another servant, so amongst the blowing winds and the flapping sheets, she moved closerto me before reaching over and dropping something into the front pocket of my apron. I glanceddown before putting my hand in the pocket and feeling around for what it was. My fingertipsbrushed something cool and metal, and I twisted my wrist in the oversized pocket and looked atwhat it was. It was a watch.

"When the big hand is on the twelve and the little seven, I am leaving,” she whispered, and I lookedat her. She chewed her lip before glancing around nervously before reaching into her shirt andproducing a small key from her bra. She dropped it in my pocket.

"I stole the key from Gannon; it's for the laundry door,” she whispered, nodding to the one we justcame out of. Behind the kitchens, it ran alongside the far gardens where the fruit trees met theforest.

“Run along the river and head west. Keep going, and you will replace a bridge. Meet us at the bridge.He said he would help me get you out. You have to be there at 7 PM sharp.” she whispered, and Inodded, pulling another sheet down from the clothesline. My lips quirked in the corners.

“You convinced him,” I smiled.

"Yes, but he said if you're late, we can't wait. He said he doesn’t want to be caught waiting outsidethe town limits,” she told me, and I nodded. Looking at the sky, the clouds were moving in dark andheavy and it was going to be one h**I of a storm when it hit. I just hoped I wasn't going to getcaught in it.

“And you're sure he won't tell on me?”

"He promised me,” she whispered before reaching over and gripping my arm. “We will be free, justnot the freedom we used to long for, but actual freedom, freedom to live” she whispered with tearsin her eyes.

"Always and forever,” Abbie whispered.

“More than my life,” I said in return.

“More than my life, always more,” she repeated. We finished dragging the clothes in off the line andwalked back through the laundry doors when Abbie shrieked. I turned to look back at her as sherubbed the spot on her back and growled. Laughter reached my ears, Abbie turned, and I noticedthe rotten apple splattered against her back.

"Peter, you little s**t,” Abbie hissed, dropping her basket and chasing after him, picking up rottenapples that had fallen beneath the trees. Peter was one of the stable boys. He was 15 and had amop of blonde curly hair and was always up to mischief or making a mess any way he could: Abbieshrieked when he pelted another her way. She lobbed one back, and I laughed, watching her try tohit with the apples while her shrill cries and his laughter filled the silence.

Abbie picked up another and tossed it where he went to dart behind the castle wall just as Dustinwalked around. The mushy apple smacked him in the face, and he froze, stunned for a secondbefore wiping the mush off. Abbie snickered, trying to muffle her laughter at hitting the guard. Peterhid behind him before popping his out and sticking his tongue out at Abbie. Dustin wiping themushy apple off his clothes growled, and I laughed, bits of apples sticking to his crisp, clean uniformand a chunk was stuck in his stubble.

Dustin's eyes go to Abbie, and she points at me; my eyes widen, and I shake my head, but he looksridiculous with apple stuck to his face, and I chuckle. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“You think this is funny, my Queen?” he asked, a hint of a smile on his lips. I snickered beforestopping when he walked over to the apple tree, making Abbie squeal and rush toward me beforeusing me as a shield. Dustin picked up a gross-looking apple that was nearly crumbling in his hand.Dustin tossed the apple in the air a couple of times, letting it mush up more before he laughed andthrew it. I shrieked and ducked, falling on top of Abbie only to hear him gasp, and Peter burst outlaughing, holding his tummy and pointing behind us. Abbie and I looked behind us to see Claricecovered in the rotted mush. We both tensed, waiting for the scolding as she stepped closer,examining her soiled apron.

She looks back up, and her eyes go to us on the ground, and Abbie and I both pointed to Dustinstanding by the apple tree with Peter. We looked in their direction to replace Dustin pointing the blameat Peter.

Clarice glared, and we all froze in place as the old woman stalked toward us before she ripped herapron off. “Apple war it is then,” she huffed before running over and scooping up some apples.Abbie and I giggled before jumping up and joining the fray while grabbing some apples.