Shyla’s P.O.V.
The Moon Goddess on the motorcycle, what the hell was happening in my life?
First King Maddox struck a deal with me to be his f**k toy and now, he sent a special girl who could scan one’s body through a handshake.
“You are pregnant, Shyla.”
Cathy was terrified like she had detected coronavirus in my body and pressed my hand, not ready to let go. Her stupefied gaze was fixed on me, she said,
“How did you manage to sneak into the Royal Castle with a child, Shyla?
Didn’t anyone notice it?”
She keenly observed my body and shook her head, some incoherent words rolled out of her tongue.
“She is naturally curvy, no one suspected her appearance. What should I do?”
Cathy didn’t give me a chance to ask her about her identity and took out sage from her pocket, burning it for s
