Page 149 of Enchanted Kingdom
Arms were wrapped around me before I could form a coherent thought. Krew, Keir, and Owen were there. Krew and Owen were standing at the table like they had been sitting there waiting. Waiting for me?
Keir’s hands were on my face. “Are you okay?”
I was still taking in the fact that all three of them were there. Shouldn’t they be down at the weekly pow-wow with the Savaryn families?
“Jorah,” Keir repeated. “Please. Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Inform my father right away,” Keir ordered Easton, who was standing just inside the door.
Inform him I was back? I was extremely confused, but without another thought, I took off for Owen. The tears slipped down my cheeks as I threw my arms around him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, honey. Just worried about you. We were up here trying to regroup and get a plan before going back out to look for you.”
I noticed he only hugged me back with one arm though. “Don’t ever make me leave you and run off like that again.”
He gave me a smirk as I pulled back to look at him. “What happened to those men?”
“They messed with the wrong guard.” He paused. “Three of the four are dead. The other has a mysterious bite on his hand and has been answering a few questions.”
So three men were dead. Owen had killed all of them? On his own?
“We combed the forest for hours, Jorah,” Keir explained. “Where were you?”
My eyes went to Krew’s before going to Keir’s, knowing that Krew had been the one to raise Rafe. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
“Try me,” Krew challenged.
I looked around the room. “Wait. Shouldn’t you all be downstairs?”
Keir shook his head. “Father canceled the meeting.”
“Did he—"
“No,” Krew said. “It wasn’t him this time. I arrived in just enough time to get some answers out of the fourth man. They were hired.”
“By whom?”
“Michael Noyer,” Keir provided.
I gasped. “Aiyana’s father?” Then I paused, thinking it through. “Wait. Was he working for your father then?”
Krew shook his head and gave me a cocky smile. “No. And you don’t just scheme things around my father like that.” He paused. “I took the fourth man and delivered him to my father myself. Michael Noyer is about to feel the king’s wrath for the stunt he pulled today.”
I supposed that was at least good news.
“So where were you?” Keir asked.
“One moment.” I held up a finger and headed toward my rooms. I used the lavatory, grabbed a blanket and threw it around me, and then rummaged through Silvia’s makeup kit searching for the healing ointment.
Finding it, I headed back out to the other three and right toward Owen. “You’re hurt.”
He squinted at me. “Only slightly.”
I squinted back. “Take off your shirt and prove it to me.”
He huffed his distaste.
