ORTON'S POV
How could I not know that Dante would get a hang of it that someone strange was in the Packhouse. Especially, when Isabella had set eyes on her.
Surely, as the prized princess she was to her father, he would definitely see to it that nothing comes between his daughter and the position of a Luna.
"What do you want with her?" I asked.
He smiled, that kind of smile that held so many unspoken words. "I'm sorry if I had gone ahead of my place. But isn't she just a mere slave? She could be sent for at anytime by the royal family,"
I countered him immediately, "You're not of royal blood so why do you think you can have her run errands for you?" I questioned.
This wasn't good at all. If Dante, my father's Beta and bestfriend said anything about Jessica then it'll be very hard…ve
