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 the clothesline with Abbie, we folded them, bringing the corners together and placing them in the basket. We had been flat out most of the day, and she had been quiet for most of it. I know she was itching to tell me something because she tried a few times, but then she would fall quiet because someone was always around.
A guard, another servant, so amongst the blowing winds and the flapping sheets, she moved closer to me before reaching over and dropping something into the front pocket of my apron. I glanced down before putting my hand in the pocket and feeling around for what it was. My fingertips brushed something cool and metal, and I twisted my wrist in the oversized pocket and looked at what 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 looked at her. She chewed her lip before glancing around nervously before reaching into her shirt and producing 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 just came out of. Behind the kitchens, it ran alongside the far gardens where the fruit trees met the forest.
“Run along the river and head west. Keep going, and you will find 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 I nodded, pulling another sheet down from the clothesline. My lips quirked in the corners.
him,” I
want to be caught waiting outside the town limits,” she told me, and I nodded. Looking at the sky, the clouds were moving in dark and heavy and it was going to be one h**l of a storm when it hit. I just hoped I wasn’t going to get caught in
you’re sure he
gripping my arm. “We will be free, just not the freedom we used to long for, but actual freedom, freedom to live” she whispered
and forever,”
than my life,” I said
to look back at
her basket and chasing after him, picking up rotten apples that had fallen beneath the trees. Peter was one of the stable boys. He was 15 and had a mop of blonde curly hair and was always up to mischief or making a mess any way he could: Abbie shrieked when he pelted another her way. She lobbed one back, and I laughed, watching her try to hit with the apples while her
the face, and he froze, stunned for a second before wiping the mush off. Abbie snickered, trying to muffle her laughter at hitting the guard. Peter hid behind him before popping his out and sticking his tongue