Page 152 of Priest and his Anarchist

Arms come into view, boxing her in as she slowly lies back on the bed. Her deep red lips only make her teeth whiter and her dark skin a beautiful shade of brown. Her head curves back, and her sensual moans fill the space as he sinks into the crook of her neck.

A mask slips over her head, the black and green shade a twisted concoction. When her eyes open wide, and the straps of her bra slip over her shoulders, we reach the end.

Walls separate and a bright light beams straight onto our faces. My eyes close instinctively. Metal slams shut, causing them to pop open.

Nate’s staring back at me, reaching forward to pull a long lever. “You asked me if this was going to be safe for you, and the answer is no. It’s not. Nothing in this world is safe, Luna. That’s the price we pay for the blood that runs through our veins, but will you be stronger? More resilient?” His footsteps are careful when he exits the cart before he turns around and places his hand out between us.

“Yes, you will.”

I look between his hand and his face, unable to control the wavering images inside my head. I trust them. I do. Even through all the years that I spent with Priest locked up in his palace, a stupid part of me still trusted him.

I take his hand, and at the very connection, my stomach warms and excitement ripples through my fingertips.

This is the right thing to do. I know it.

He pulls me up to the platform and I straighten my clothes, or what is left of the gown Priest chose for me. The pull

“There are things you need to know,” Nate says, shutting the cart’s door and walking back around to the front of me.

“Okay.”

He takes out a small white box and hands it to me. “This is your phone now. Get rid of whatever you had before if the Mad Prince even allowed you to have one.”

“He didn’t,” I answer, taking the phone from him.

“There are other students here, but only few. This is a very small organization; it always has been. Some of the most skilled assassins come from this school. There’s a reason why you won’t know who they are, and that further only signifies their skill. But hear this, Luna, you are the first of your kind.”

“Rebellis?” I ask, tucking the phone under my arm.

Nate shakes his head, the smile wavering on his mouth. “We usually keep this away from other happenings out there. The Malum line is the one who takes care of what we need to take care of, but I fought hard to keep War away from this. Truthfully, his skills will be suited much more as a counter product to Halen.”

I choke on my laugh because I knew I couldn’t be the only one who matched them. “They’re going to be together one day.”

Nate’s smile widens. “Indeed.”

I sigh. “Okay, so is this a warning that things will be harder for me because I’ll have to prove myself?”

He moves forward, offering me his arm. “You’re a King. You don’t need to prove that. But you will need to prove that you’re worthy of the same table they all sit on. Are you prepared for that?”

I blink. Years ago, I walked into The Devil’s arms because that was what they had planned for me to do. So why am I here now if this was the plan all along?

“Wait, I have a question.” I suck in a deep breath. I don’t like to ask a lot of questions. In fact, I’d rather make up my own mind with whatever is being shown to me and keep quiet, especiallywith the Fathers; but if what he’s saying is true, this is something that I need to know, regardless.

“Go ahead.” He stops shy of the wide metal doors.

“If this was the plan all along, why did I need to go with Priest?”

Nate’s smile drops. “Ah, little one. That is something I cannot answer.”

He reaches for the door and slides it across. “Welcome home, Luna.”

The monitor is as big as the window I spent the last few years staring outside of from Priest’s haunted palace. I hate that even in this moment—this, what could be otherwise explained as a freeing moment—all I want is to feel the fear slide down my spine and every ticking loop of uncertainty the more that time goes on.

It probably makes me stupid. Definitely does.

“Ahhh, so a King?”

My eyes fly across the room to find the girl deciding to be the first to break the silence, when my stomach fills with knots. She is beautiful. Dark skin, long legs, and hair that flows down her back in tight curls. Her eyes remind me of the cliff faces in Aspen, where we used to visit.

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