‘Oh my god! Killion knew everything! He knew and he acted like he didn’t!’
Veronia’s hands trembled as she opened the letter.
Killion said that he pretended not to know her true identity even though he actually knew.
From the moment we met again, I felt a chill down the back of my neck, knowing that I was in his hands.
Veronia chewed her lower lip and gathered her things.
She had to get out of here as soon as possible.
Out of his sight and hearing. Out of his reach.
But was there such a place?
A knock sounded, and the door swung open.
It was Killion.
“Nia?”
His voice was soft, calling her by her alias.
He approached slowly and saw the letter on the table.
“This…”
His straight, jet-black eyebrows twitched.
His blue eyes, as cold as the winter sea, stared at her as if they would pierce through her.
“I was caught. Her Royal Highness Princess Veronia.”
“…Please let me go.”
“If I had intended to send you away, I wouldn’t have come to see you in the first place, Your Highness.”
She mouthed the child’s name as if grasping at straws.
“Please, for Jediel’s sake, let me go. Please….”
“…I can’t let you go for Jediel’s sake, Your Highness.”
The man’s brows suddenly narrowed.
“Jediel… he’s yours and my child, isn’t he?”
“That’s ah….”
“Don’t even think about lying to me, Your Highness.”
A large hand reached out toward her.
