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Chapter 84: Do You Have Feelings For Me?

I kept holding my ankle, sucked in a sharp breath, and batted my eyelashes until I could force out a few tears.

“I didn’t push her that hard! Luther, she’s faking it, she set me up,” Jennifer whined, pointing at me.

“But you did push her, didn’t you?” Luther asked, crossing his arms and glaring at Jennifer.

“I… well… yeah, but not hard enough to hurt her,” Jennifer said again.

I just held my ankle tightly and let out a low sigh. If I kept my silence, Jennifer would look more and more guilty. She’d even look a little wacky. I’d remain innocent.

“Luther, please, you have to believe me! I didn’t mean to hurt her,” Jennifer insisted, stomping her foot like a rebelling child.

“I don’t have to believe you,” Luther muttered. “Especially, when my eyes can tell me that you are lying.”

“But I…”

“That’s enough. I will deal with you later,” Luther said. He took a knee beside me. “Ciana, are you okay?”

“I… my ankle is twisted pretty bad,” I muttered, looking at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Behind him, Jennifer fumed, her hands balled into fists again. If Luther hadn’t been there, she probably would have attacked me.

I ignored her. I needed to keep playing the role of the in- jured victim.

“Let me see,” Luther muttered, taking my hands tenderly and pulling them from my ankle.

“I probably just need some rest. Is there somewhere I can lie down?” I asked, biting my lip innocently.

“Yes, of course.”

I struggled to stand up, but gave a soft whimper of pain. Before I could try moving, Luther scooped me up in his arms, princess style. My legs bent over one of his strong arms and his other looped around my back. He cradled me against his chest.

“Luther, I’m sorry,” Jennifer said, reaching for him as Luther walked by her.

“You’ve done enough. Don’t worry, I’ll follow up with you when I get Ciana settled,” Luther snarled under his breath.

Jennifer looked like she was ready to cry. I sighed inward- ly. I believed she did really care for Luther.

After we left the banquet room, I sighed, “Luther, Jennifer isn’t a bad person. She just cares about you a lot.” Although I somewhat used Jennifer for my plan, I didn’t want her to really get punished because of me.

“You’re still speaking for her after what she’s done to you?”

“It was somewhat an accident.” I told the truth. Sort of.

banquet hall to a lounge and laid me down on a couch. He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted my

away for a mo- ment. He came back with a cold bottle of water and a blanket. Gently, he

he asked, handing me the bottle

unscrewing the cap and taking a quick

feel better in no time,” I said, offering him

back, his eyes lighting up. He pulled a chair up next to me and removed the

said. “That’s good. Hopefully, it is a

heat?” I asked,

his eyes to me and chuckled. “Why don’t you just rest it for now. If it starts to swell or get worse, I’ll get you

that sounds good,”

get for you?”

for what I was about to do. I might not agree with his methods of seeking revenge, but I did feel sorry for what the king did to his

arrival, Luther had been polite

set. Thank you

cocked his head at me. “What are you

I shouldn’t have said that. Now, I

sorry for causing trouble and ruining your party,”

It isn’t as interesting as you,” he said with a shrug. He

said, looking down at his fin- gers curled around mine. I tried

Ciana. Jennifer can be… passionate at times. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she leaves you alone

for making a scene,” I muttered, stopping myself before

glue and he stared hard. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to his. His bright

tell me if I’m crazy for asking this but… Is it

slackened slightly, and I swallowed quickly, com-

to be enemies,” I reminded him, smiling lightly to try and change the seriousness of

you have real, romantic feelings for me?” he asked, tightening

and it would be harder for me to slip away. If I gave him the wrong idea, he

had to choose my words carefully so Luther didn’t become suspicious but also didn’t take things the

I smiled, “Um… that’s a

and waited for me to continue. I shifted my eyes to the ceiling, coyly, like I was pretending to think about

about it. If you’re gentler with me than Prince

him a chal- lenge. “Well, I’ll just see what I can

the door interrupted our banter and a maid came in. She looked at her

wondering where you are,” she said,

liar. I recognized her as one of Jennifer’s maids. She’d probably sent her here to check on Luther and me and report back. Jennifer didn’t want Luther and me to be

wait. I’m helping a wounded friend,” Luther argued, waving to

leave until Luther did. I was sure Jennifer

to the party. I’m sure there are a

assistance, my plan hinged on him being distracted at the