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Fear seized Janet’s heart as she stared at Clemente, horrified.
Was this the person who assassinated her last night?
She couldn’t be sure.
Because she didn’t get a clear look at the man’s face, just his eyes.
But those eyes…They looked exactly the same!
“Janet?”
Westin’s voice snapped her back to reality.
Janet raised her head and found that Westin and Clemente were both looking at her.
“What is the matter? You look horrible,” Westin asked.
“N–Nothing…”
Janet gulped and took a quick peek at Clemente again.
The young man was staring at her, expressionless.
She couldn’t read his facial expression.
Westin gave her a skeptical look and backed to his introduction, “Anyway, as I was saying, Clemente is
our best warrior. And now I am pointing him to you as a guard. He will keep you safe 24/7.”
“Which house are you from?” Janet asked the young man.
“The House of Shadow,” answered the young man in a cool voice.
That was Elder Lamonte and Agnes’s house!
The exact House that wanted her gone!
Why would Westin appoint a soldier from the House of Shadow to her as a guard? Did he want her to
get killed?!
“Westin!” she snapped her head back to Westin and gritted, “I need to talk to you.”
“Fine but please make it quick. I have a meeting to attend to,” Westin checked his watch.
Janet glanced at Clemente, seeing that the young man still remained firmly on his spot, and hissed,
“ALONE.”
Westin sighed and gave a quick nod at Clemente.
The young warrior turned on his heels and exited the great hall.
He can’t be my guard,” Janet said quickly as soon as the door closed.
Westin raised an eyebrow, “He is the best warrior I got. If he can’t keep you safe in this castle, I don’t
know who can-
“I am not doubting his capability! I–It is that-”
She swallowed nervously.
I think he is the guy who tried to kill me last night,” she said in a tense voice.
Westin’s face went blank for a brief moment.
Then he suddenly burst out laughing.
“What is so fucking funny!” Janet snarled.
“Sorry my love, but you are dream–talking.” Westin placed both of his hands on her shoulders, still
chuckling. “Clemente? No. He is the last person who would do such at thing. I am even willing to
suspect Wells and Belle than him.”
“How can you be so sure?!”
“Because I know the man,” Westin shrugged. “He is Keavy’s younger brother. Keavy and I were best
friends before he died. Clemente grew up around us, which makes him basically like a brother to me.
Let us just put it this way…I trust Clemente with my life.”
Wait.
Janet quickly did the math.
Keavy was Elder Lamonte’s son.
Keavy and Clemente were brothers.
Which meant that…Keavy was Elder Lamonte’s son?!
Westin was asking the enemy’s son to protect her?!
“He is Lamonte’s son!” Janet snapped, “And Lamonte wants me to die-
“Now you are accusing Elder Lamonte? Where do all your paranoias come from Janet?”
Janet glared at him.
He didn’t get it.
How could he not get it?
“Hear me out.” Westin said in a reassuring tone, “I know that Elder Lamonte left you a bad first
impression in the hospital since he targeted you, but that was nothing personal. He just didn’t like the
werewolves.”
Janet rolled her eyes internally.
Nothing personal my ass!
“And about Clemente…” Westin continued, “Even if Lamonte ever asked him to harm you and let us
just say if–Clemente would never listen to his father. They have the worst father–and–son relationship.
You have to see the two of them in the same room sometimes. It is tense.”
Janet let out a heavy sigh, “So you are dead set on shoving Clemente my way.”
“All I am asking is that you give Clemente a chance. Get to know him better. When you become my
Queen, he will be like a brother to you as well.”
“Westin ”
“I really need to go to my meeting now Tall.
“I really need to go to my meeting now. Talk later. Alright?”
He stole a quick kiss on her cheek and then marched down the aisle, leaving the great hali
Janet sighed, frustratedly, and rumpled her long hair.
Westin didn’t believe her.
Which was understandable.
Between his dead best friend’s brother whom he had known for more than 20 years and then the
woman he just met, of course, he believed in the former one.
But that meant that she was in this alone.
With a killer by her side 24/7.
She could kiss her goodnight and sleep goodbye.
Janet stumped out of the great hall.
Clemente was waiting by the doors.
He walked up to her as soon as she was not and followed her to the iron gate in silence.
Janet couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to follow me wherever I go?”
“That is the King’s order,” he said in a flat tone.
“And you don’t have a problem with that? I am sure as a great warrior you have something more
important to do than protecting a woman 24/7.”
“No,” he said briefly.
1. OK.
The quiet type.
They returned to the castle in silence.
Janet didn’t have anything else to do, so she returned to her room.
Clemente followed her in.
“Aren’t you going to stay outside?” she asked, astonished.
“I can’t protect you without being in the same room with you,” he said. “What if I need to take a nap?
What if I need to get changed?”
He let out a light snort, “Trust me. I won’t peek.”
Janet’s nostrils flared.
There was one thing she could be sure of.
That Clemente hated to be in the same room with her just as she did.
She ripped off her coat and jumped onto the bed, pulling the bedsheet over.
“Shut the drapes,” she snapped. “I am taking a nap. You can stay here as much as you like. Don’t
make any sound.”
Clemente went to close the curtain for her and quietly sat in an armchair by the
corner.
Janet lay down and closed her eyes.
She was not tired at all.
This was simply a test.
To see if Clemente would do anything to her when she was in a vulnerable state.
The room was dark and quiet.
Janet kept her breathing light and listened attentively.
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There was no sound of Clemente moving around in his armchair. She couldn’t even hear him breathe.
He just sat there, perfectly still, as though he didn’t exist.
But Janet knew that he was staring at her from the darkness.
A cold, emotionless gaze.
Janet kept waiting.
She wanted for so long that she was starting to get sleepy at some point-
Clemente suddenly stood up.
His footsteps were light. But they were coming directly towards the bed.
Janet’s heart jumped to her throat at once.
…He was walking up to her!
What was he going to do?
He stopped by her bedside and started to lean down.
Any seconds.
Janet held her breath.
As soon as he made a move, and she would draw that dagger right away-
His hand fell on her bedsheet.
He gently pulled the bedsheet up to cover her shoulder and tucked her in.
When that was done, he turned around and walked back to the armchair quietly.
Janet released the dagger.
She let out a silent breath.
….Looked like he was not going to kill her today.
Feeling relaxed at last, she soon fell asleep.
After a short nap, Janet woke up feeling regenerated.
Clemente was still in his armchair like a sculpture made of stone. There was food on the table to his
right.
“You should eat,” he repeated automatically.
She rolled her eyes, “Why do you care? The King simply asked you to be my guard, not my dietitian.”
“The King asked me to protect you from dangers,” he corrected. “Starving is a kind. of danger.”
God, he was so stubborn.
Janet sighed and got out of bed, walking to the table.
“What do we have for lunch today?”
There were cold cuts, salad, bread, roasted chicken, and an assorted meat platter of her choice.
The food was great.
But for some unknown reason, a wave of nausea hit her at this very moment.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and made a puking noise.
“What is the matter?” Clemente asked, sounding tensed. Janet turned abruptly and dashed into the
bathroom.
She jumped at the toilet and started vomiting, severely.
Clemente rushed in behind her.
Janet wiped her mouth with the napkin and collapsed on the bathroom floor.
A horrified feeling seized her throat.
…When was her last period again?