The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0585

And, frankly, Bridget was far too selfish to be a good queen. She cared about the title and the power. But what good would she actually bring to the nation? If she only cared about herself, how could she possibly empathize with the kingdom's people?

I shook my head. I was still furious.

*If you are responsible for what's happening with Ronan," I said, "you had better pray that no one finds out about it, or your entire reputation could be in shambles. You want to be queen so badly, but what happens when you fail? Don't you want a life to return to?"

"I won't fail," Bridget said with unfailing confidence.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I could barely believe what she was saying. "Is it really worth the risk?"

Bridget lifted her chin. "Anything is worth becoming queen."

It wasn't an admittance of responsibility of Ronan, but it was a near thing. She certainly wasn't denying it.

An unpleasant chill ran down my spine. The hairs on the back of my arms stood upright. I felt like I was looking at a different person than I'd been used to. The veneer had come off, and the true Bridget was cold and calculating, as heartless as they came.

A tiny bit of fear spurred inside of my chest.

Maybe she really would kill me for the crown. She might even do it herself.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, Piper," Bridget said, her voice devoid of all emotion. "With Ronan still out there on the loose... I hope he doesn't do anything too drastic." Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org

She pushed past me then and walked right out the door.

I stood alone in the kitchen, trembling slightly, looking down at the mess of melted ice cream and pint containers on the floor.

I was in over my head here. I'd known that from the start, but... I hadn't realized it was like this. I could handle the bullying, even the occasional sabotage. But to actively seek my death? Just so she can have the crown?

And that look in her eyes...

I fully believed she wanted to be queen so badly she would do anything for it. Now, I felt as if not only would I have to watch my back for Ronan, but also for Bridget as well.

I never would have thought it would go this far. Bridget was so cutthroat. I didn't know if I'd ever feel safe again under the same roof as her.

Minutes or hours past, I couldn't be sure, until Nicholas came walking through the kitchen door.

*Piper, you taking so long that I..." His voice trailed as he gaze around the room, taking in the mess and my shaking form. Immediately, he took two long strides forward and pulled me into his arms, "What happened?"

I couldn't speak right away, so I soaked in the warmth of his closeness instead. But then, eventually, I found my voice. And I told him everything, every word that I could remember from when I walked in this room and Bridget tripped me.

The more I spoke, the more Nicholas began to glower.

"You don't have to be afraid," he said, though the words were clipped. Anger was taking root. I saw his own doubt in his eyes.

I shook my head. He didn't understand. "You didn't see the look in her eyes," I said. "Whatever Bridget you remember as children doesn't seem to be there anymore. She's totally obsessed with the crown."

His reluctance to hate his friend was understandable, even with everything he'd seen, but something shifted in him when I said the words. That hesitation vanished as if he finally understood the depths to Bridget's obsession.

"Nick, she's willing to kill for the crown," I said. "She's willing to kill... me."

Nicholas's hold on me tightened.