The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: The Queen Who Can’t Escape

Back to the main topic, Primrose actually had another theory.

What if the magic he meant was the kind that required a medium to work? Like magic spells, blood, or hair.

Edmund had to use his blood to activate the magic in her ring, so it could fall into the category of magic with a medium, just like the ring he himself wore.

But her mind-reading? It didn’t need anything. She didn’t need any ritual, any blood, or even a single magic spell.

Yeah, she would stick with that theory for now.

"How did you get in here?" Primrose slowly crawled backward from him, her eyes occasionally flicking toward the library door that seemed to grow farther and farther away.

But even if she reached it, she knew it would be locked, so running toward it would be pointless.

What about Callen? Wouldn’t he notice something was wrong? The ambush earlier had been noisy enough that, under normal circumstances, he should have heard it from outside.

But if the magic barrier could also block any sound inside the room from escaping, then it was unlikely Callen would hear any of the commotion in the library.

In other words, it would also be useless for Primrose to try shouting for help.

Maybe ... she could jump out the window.

She remembered there was one window in the library with a broken hinge, so it couldn’t be fully closed.

The library was on the second floor, but directly beneath the window was a thick bed of flowers. Primrose might break a few bones, but at least she would still be alive.

"Through the door, of course," he finally replied to her.

[I didn’t expect that he would actually give me easy access to this place.]

[There were no soldiers at the door, and the librarian was even asleep when I came in.]

[The Lycan King did make me nervous when he stepped into this place. But unexpectedly, the magic stone completely hid my presence, even from the Lycan King himself.]

[He truly is a genius.]

Who the hell was he, really?

Why did the person who had helped this mysterious man sound like someone who knew a lot about the palace, and even knew about Edmund far too well?

It seemed like he was someone from inside the palace, or worse ... someone close to Edmund.

"You know... even if my husband can’t save me, I still have a guard outside the door," Primrose said, trying to scare him a little bit.

He tilted his head, as if he wanted to mock her. "Then why haven’t you screamed for help this whole time? Oh ... you must also know that the magic barrier can block any sound from leaving this place, right?"

"Actually ... why am I even having a conversation with you in the first place?" he asked himself. "Get out from there now, and maybe I’ll give you a painless death."

Primrose’s eyes darted toward the slightly open window. Her pulse quickened, and she became so focused that she didn’t breathe for several seconds.

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