Semua Bab Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Kieran's POV: We moved quieter now as we ducked under low branches and stepping carefully over roots. Whenever. a twig snapped beneath my foot, it made me flinch. Furthermore, the eyes.... I could feel them on myself and suddenly, I could feel them not just from behind. From somewhere ahead, too. “Adrien,” I whispered, “do you think this was random?” “No,” he said simply. “This wasn’t a robbery. They knew where to hit us.” We kept walking, and the sound of the stream grew louder. When we finally reached it, I let out a shaky breath. The water was moving fast and the air was really cold. Adrien tested a rock in the middle of the stream with his foot. It wobbled slightly. He turned to me. “We go one at a time. Step where I step.” He crossed first, jumping from rock to rock. He was extremely swift with his motions. I guess his training was not just a showoff. His breathing was also smooth unlike me who was trying to fight for my life. I followed him carefully, the cold water hittin

Kieran's POV: Adrien and I looked at each other. Just for a second. The masked man hissed something into his radio and started backing up. “We will be seeing you again,” he said to me, voice low and full of promise. “And next time... you won’t have backup.” I should have said something. I should have cursed him out or thrown something or maybe just spat in his face. But all I could do was stand there and breathe like I had just run for miles. My knees felt weak. My fists were clenched so tight they were shaking. And just when I thought the moment would end with him disappearing into the trees--- However, I heard another banging sound. A shot rang out, loud and sharp. It made me flinch again and I almost fell. But this time, it wasn’t from the man in black. It was from Adrien. Adrien fucking Vale, half-bleeding, half-standing, just raised his arm and fired. Without any hesitation and no warning. Just lifted his damn hand like he was born to do this. The masked man stumbled b

Kieran's POV: “You have always chosen interesting people to keep close,” he said after a long pause. “But this one… he made up for all those bad choices.” There was something in his voice I couldn’t place. Just something. He turned to face me fully. “Kieran,” he said, “I came here not just to check on you, but to tell you something important.” I straightened a little, still holding Adrien’s hand. He continued, “The attacks on you are increasing. This is not an isolated incident. There is a pattern now. Someone is organizing this and watching your movements. These people are just scaring you, playing with you psychologically and when you will be vulnerable, they can do something worse to you, Kieran. They are waiting for the right moment.” “I am aware,” I said stiffly. He shook his head. “You think you are aware. You are not. You don’t know how close we came to losing you tonight.” “I wasn’t the one who got shot,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant. He didn’t react “I a

Adrien's POV: The ache in my chest was not just from the wound.I restlessly moved but someone was grabbing my hand. His fingers were warm, wrapped around mine, and even in my groggy haze, I could feel the trembling in them. "Adrien, are you up?" Kieran asked me in a soft voice. His voice was so

Adrien's POV: Murdered? My breath was caught. My fingers tightened around his hand, and I slowly, carefully, shifted to sit a little straighter. My body screamed in protest, but I needed to be close to him. His eyes were still locked on mine, filled with fear and guilt. “I hated him for dying,” he said after a long pause. “Hated him for leaving me. For making me the heir. For being too weak to carry the burden he was born for.” His laugh was sharp this time, bitter and twisted. “But he wasn’t weak. He was betrayed. And I was too blind to see it.” I reached up with shaking fingers, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You were mourning,” I said gently. “You were hurting. That doesn’t make you blind. It makes you human.” He closed his eyes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he leaned into my touch like he needed it more than air. “I think I always knew,” he whispered. “Somewhere deep inside. The way his servants avoided questions. The missing logs. The blood on the flo