Marked (Last Princess Book 1) by A.M. Hardin

Author:A.M. Hardin [Hardin, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Cherish

"Is this all really necessary?" I ask Andrei as he brings me to the basement of their house.

It's been a month since I found out the truth. The guys have spent the entire month teaching me everything they can about their kingdom. I can't bring myself to admit that it's technically mine, too.

They've also been trying to teach me their language, which I've been stumbling through. Hey, at least I know the swear words, thanks to Xander-and much to Andrei's annoyance that I haven't learned the more important words first. I can't help it that I wanted to start with the more interesting and fun words.

I still haven't told Ella what's going on, and I think she's pissed at me for keeping something from her because I haven't told her what I've been doing. Mom and dad have been arguing about if they should include her or not, and it's been all a giant headache.

"We can't be with you here twenty-four seven. I highly doubt you'll enjoy us being around you that much, anyway, when we leave here. It's important that you can at least learn how to defend yourself until one of us can get to you."

"Dude, you are aware that I went to almost every self-defense class available around here, right?"

"That's not enough, you don't have knowledge of different weapons do you?"

I pause, and he smirks at me.

"Exactly."

"You don't need to be smug," I snap.

"Cheer up, buttercup. It'll be fun."

I raise an eyebrow at him as he leads me to a wall. "Fun? I didn't think you really did fun. You're more serious than Xander and Kade."

He places his hand at a spot on the wall, and it opens a doorway leading to a closet-sized room filled with weapons.

He doesn't move, just turns to face me. "Cherish, when you're as old as I am, you see a lot of shit. After so long, it starts to get to you. I pray that you never have to go through some of the things I've had to see or go through, myself."

I want to ask him what he means, to elaborate, but something in his eyes stops me. Instead I give him a brief nod.

He clears his throat and walks into the room. He grabs a large duffle bag and starts filling it with various items. Some of them I don't recognize or even know what the hell they do. The ones I do recognize are the knives, bow and arrow, and a gun. Uh, what? No. Hell no.

"I should tell you, I'm uh, not really comfortable with the gun," I admit, hating my fear of the damn things.

I don't know where that fear came from, but if I've ever been in the same room as one, I avoid it entirely. My dad has a shotgun that he keeps locked up in his closet because it makes me so uneasy.

Andrei glances at me while zipping the bag. "What do you mean?"

I wince. "I'm kind of afraid of them."

He stares at me for a second, his lips twitching.

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