Then, she saw Izara walking in her direction.
"You should leave here as soon as possible," the girl ordered.
Anastasia sized Izara up. She seed like a girl in her late teens, which was strange given the king and queen’s age.
Anastasia had a good guess about how the twins ca to be, but she chose to keep that thought to herself.
"Why?" She simply asked.
Anastasia recalled how, just the day before, the girl had glared at her with such ferocity it seed like she might stab her if a knife had been within reach.
"But you have to if you value your life. It’s that simple," Izara replied, her tone cold and unyielding.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow, her confusion evident. "Excuse ?" she questioned, her voice laced with skepticism. "Is that a threat?"
"It’s not. It’s a simple warning," Izara said sharply, her voice low yet firm. She glanced around, her eyes scanning for eavesdroppers, but the only people nearby were a few servants tending to the garden, too far to hear their exchange.
"The king will get rid of you and your partner if you don’t leave here," she continued, her gaze locking onto Anastasia’s. "Yes, he agreed to all the conditions you laid out, but that doesn’t guarantee your safety. You’re a threat, and threats don’t last long in this palace."
Anastasia wasn’t surprised at all that the king was planning on getting rid of them permanently. She’d expected it from the very beginning. However, what shocked her was the king’s daughter giving her this information on her own.
Sothing wasn’t right.
"Why are you telling this? You’re your father’s daughter? Aren’t you supposed to be in cohorts with him?" Anastasia questioned, eyes narrowed as if to study the girl and what could be going on in her head.
Izara bit her lips as her eyes lowered to the ground.
"Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’ve only told you what I wanted to tell you, so you can either listen or continue to stay here. But if anything happens, I’m not helping you out." Izara was about to pass by Anastasia and walk away, but the latter stopped her.
"You and your brother, Desmond, weren’t shocked at all when you heard after the dealings your parents are involved in, which only ans that you already knew about it, right? And perhaps, against it too?
"I think it’s too early for you to think that. I’m not a friend but neither am I a foe."
Now Anastasia was confused with the girl’s reply. She wasn’t giving her a straight answer and that alone frustrated her slightly
"However..." Izara dragged out the word, her eyes flickering toward Anastasia from the corners of her gaze. "You need to be careful in this city. Regalith isn’t what it portrays to be on the outside. You’re into illegal businesses too, so you’d better pray no one catches wind of it." She gave a knowing look, then straightened up. "I’d suggest you stay on your toes," she added before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Anastasia to contemplate the hidden warning.
Confusion clouded Anastasia’s mind.
It seems as if Izara wanted her parents to be caught, but at the sa ti, not. Then she seed to be helping her out by informing her of her father’s plans, and then, not.
Anastasia’s hands were on her waist now, slightly disoriented.
"Where was I again?" She mumbled to herself, continuing her task.
According to her search about the royal family, they were into sex trafficking as well. However, there have been little to no cases of kidnapping in the city. It was almost cri-free but not completely.
"Could it be that they’re taking girls from other cities?" Anastasia wondered out loud with her index finger tapping on her chin, thinking. "No, that would be too risky because once the governnt notices even the slightest clue, they’re done for."
"Even if they have a hideout, where could it be? Would they be stupid enough to have a hideout in the palace?" She wondered.
She pondered asking either the servants or the guards, but the chances they would feed her in on anything useful wasn’t guaranteed. The only reason she was successful in her first attempt was because the palace guard needed the money urgently.
By the ti Anastasia had already reached the backyard of the palace, she was already sweating buckets. She couldn’t do this alone.
Swiftly, she pulled out her phone and made a phone call to Julian.
"You’ll need to send your most trusted n over here. The land is too big for to cover it up alone."
"Got it! What about Xavier?" He asked.
"He can’t send any of his henchn because one of them could still be the informant. He needs to be extra careful," she explained. Then she inford Julian of her talk with Izara and he also found her weird.
After exchanging a few words, they hung up on the call.
Julian couldn’t co to Regalith with them because Emma had suddenly gone down with a high fever. He was worried about her so he decided to fall out at that mont.
The scorching hot sun didn’t make anything easier for Anastasia at all so she decided to stay in the shade for a while.
All of a sudden, Anastasia heard clicking heels from behind her. She turned and found Samantha walking towards her.
"What are you doing here?" Samantha question.
"Just taking so fresh air," she replied, high on alert.
"You’re really good, I must say. Two weeks ago, we didn’t have any sort of contact with the royal family. And now, we have them by the neck. Where did you learn your skills from? From your family?" Samantha asked.
Instantly, Anastasia knew where she was headed to.
Julian had already inford her beforehand that Samantha was curious about her family background. So, the latter was being nice to her to learn more about her.
"You can say that."
"Oh really? Tell more about your family then. I’m curious."
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