The King handed me an old envelope that seemed to have been carefully wrapped.
“Your grandfather sent that to me the night before his death. You’ll understand it once you’ve seen its content.”
I carefully collected the envelope from him, running my hand across the paper, about to open it when someone barged in.
It was Nick. There was an urgent look in his eyes and just when I was about to ask, I started to hear the commotion outside.
“We have five minutes to leave. This place is going to explode.”
Panic reflected in my eyes and I stood up at once. “How about Gael?”
Did he not find the bomb? Or could he not neutralize it?
Nick didn’t give me the time to ask any question, he grabbed my hand and started to drag me out. I turned back just in time to meet the King’s smiling eyes.
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