Page 3 of Risking the King


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Just as I turned around to make my way back to Asher—someone caught my eye.

Or more like—someones.

The woman had her hair down. It was long and dark. And wavy.

She didn’t have Giselle’s shape, though. This woman was missing a waist. And I’d know Giselle’s small waist from a mile away.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. She was holding the hand of a little boy. His dark hair gleamed in the bright sunlight. Dani’s hair was that color. But hers was long. Just like her mother’s.

And—she was also a she.

That little boy walking away from me was definitely a boy.

I couldn’t see his face, but his clothes were definitely boy clothes.

Christ, I missed Daniella. Scooping her up and tossing her into the air. Listening to her giggle as she landed right back in my arms again.

That familiar sadness settled over me. And even though it was a bright, cloudless day, I felt the darkness crawl back over me.

I turned my head and shut my eyes, not wanting to give into it.

Not again.

When something in my brain—clicked.

My eyes popped back open, and I spun my head around to look at the woman and the kid again.

My eyes dropped to the stuffed animal the little boy was dragging behind him.

A bunny.

A bunny that looked exactly like the one I’d bought for Dani.

They disappeared around the corner.

And I nearly lost my mind.

I took off, trying to dodge my way through the crowd. I called out to her, “Giselle! Giselle!” But she didn’t come back around the corner.

Fuck.

Why are these people being such imbeciles? “Get out of my fuckin’ way,” I said in Italian. It had no effect on any of them.

When I finally reached the corner and turned—I saw the woman running away. The little boy was in her arms.

Only—he wasn’t a little boy.

“Holy fuck,” I said, sprinting to catch up with them. It was Dani.

Dani’s eyes stared back at me.

And I smiled.

“Dada!” she screamed and pointed her hand—with the bunny in it—at me. She kept yelling. Her short hair was a jarring change. But Dani was still Dani, though. I’d never forget what she looked like.

The woman kept running.

What the fuck?

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