CHAPTER NINETEEN
1445 Words
BASTIAN
"What did she say?" I ask August, who so far has not given me any relevant piece of information, as he has just spent about half an hour telling me about the emissary that Elina sent to guide him, and every little detail of their journey through the forest to reach the old Varkolak castle.
"Well, after I accidentally touched one of her breasts when I was trying to help her stand up, at first she was quiet, like in shock, but then she started yelling at me ..." he starts to say, and I feel like I am losing my patience.
“I am not talking about the redhead but about Elina! Focus, August,” I say in annoyance, and he looks ashamed.
"Oh, I am sorry, well, she started yelling at me too, I don't know what was wrong with them, they were in such a bad mood," he tells me with a shrug, and I try in vain not to despair with his vague answers, I understand that is the first time a girl has caused such an effect on him, but this is of the utmost importance and he is not helping me.
"Why did she start yelling at you?" I ask in an exasperated tone.
"Oh well, I asked her if she was sure that the babies weren't yours and she snapped, she said that the babies were hers and no one else's, and that if someone dared to hurt them she would kill them all, then she agreed to give us a month to investigate the attack before she started anything against us,” he replies.
"Wait, what?" I ask stunned.
"Yes, I was also surprised when she told me that she would give us a month, I thought she would say three days or something like that," he tells me.
"No, not that, what did she say about the babies?" I ask him.
"That she would kill anyone who dared to hurt them," he repeats, and I feel my patience draining away completely.
"No, not that, the other thing, for the love of the moon goddess, August, focus!" I say raising my voice, and he starts a little.
“Oh, you mean that babies are only hers and no one else's? Yeah, I also found it strange when she said it, it sounded like she was saying the babies are not King Zane's,” he replies, and I nod.
"Yes, I also thought the same, did she say something else that sounded strange?" I ask him, and he seems to consider it.
"Well, not so much like she said anything, but rather the way she acted when I told her about the Crimson troops arriving at the border, she seemed genuinely surprised, like she didn't know anything about it," he says.
"Do you think that asshole is acting on his own?" I ask him.
"It seems that way, but we cannot affirm anything with just an expression that she has made, also my perception is not reliable because I was not totally focused ... I am sorry," he tells me with a guilty expression.
"I think something is happening between them, it seems that he acts on his own, and also it has been more than a week since I felt the pain in my chest," I tell him, and he looks at me sympathetically.
"Do you think there are problems in paradise?" he tells me in an amused tone.
"I don't know, I hope so, if they are fighting each other they won't have time to fight us," I tell him, and he shakes his head.
"I don't think so, if anything, it feels more dangerous to me that he is acting on his own, I know it doesn't seem like it, but Elina seems much more reasonable than many of the kings we know, we have seen it in the rogue attacks, they are more organized now, they do more damage but without causing deaths, on the other hand, he… well, we know that the Crimsons are famous for their cruelty, and I don't know if Elina knows what she got into when she married that man,” he tells me, and I frown.
"Do you think he can hurt her or the babies if something goes wrong?" I ask him with concern.
“I think he can try, it is something different to say that he can be successful, you heard what she said, she will kill whoever dares to hurt her babies, and I think that not only includes us and the rest of the world, but it also includes him, and we have already seen what happens when someone dares to mess with her family, she definitely won't let it happen,” August tells me, and I nod in agreement.
"I hope it does not come to that, she is smart, she will find out by herself if there is danger in her own house, in the meantime, we must take advantage of the time we just got and look for answers," I tell him.
"We should start by investigating the Crimsons," August tells me and I smile at him, as he finally seems to have come out of his stupor over the redhead.
"It seems like you have already recovered from the impression that girl made on you," I tell him, and he blushes slightly.
"I am sorry, I really don't know what happened to me," he tells me, and I pat him on the back.
“Now you understand my erratic behavior when it comes to Elina? Imagine that you had already sealed the bond with her, it would be a thousand times worse,” I tell him, and he frowns.
"I must be the most unfortunate person to find my fated mate on the opposite side of a war," he tells me sadly.
"Imagine how I feel when it was my fated mate who started this war," I answer him, and he looks at me with a sad smile.
"Now I understand a lot of things, I am sorry for not taking you so seriously before," he tells me.
"Okay, now we need proof right away so you can get back together with your redhead, and Elina finally believes me," I tell him, and he stands up.
"Okay, where do we start?" he asks me with a determined look, and I laugh at his impetus.
"Crimson Woods," I reply without hesitation.
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