Assassination Attempt On The King
The moment Anna wheeled herself into her house, she slammed the door behind her, exhaling loudly as if she had been desperate to finally take a proper breath.
The tension in her shoulders eased, but her heart still pounded with the anxiety of her close call.
She wiped the sweat trickling down her left temple, realizing just how near she had come to being caught by Arthur.
Too close, she thought, her hands trembling slightly as she moved her wheelchair further into the hall. If she hadn't disappeared into the city when she did, things could've ended much worse.
Fortunately, Arthur wouldn't suspect why she was in the building since she lived in the city anyway. That was the only reason she had no choice but to run back here. Any other place…she wouldn't be able to use her natural disguise.
But it wasn't just the close call that was rattling her. Why was that Bloodice Witch even there?