#Chapter 129: Being Followed

After thanking Tiffany, I excused myself from lunch and ushered Elva back to the safety of our room. I kept my eyes peeled for any sight of my twin in the hallways, but I saw no sight of her myself. Yet I had no reason to doubt Tiffany. When we were back in the room, I called Mark to the side. “I need to meet with Prince Nicholas and Prince Julian at once. We have to make sure the tunnel is secure.” Mark’s face immediately grew grim. He had his phone in his hands an instant later, texting. To me, he asked, “Has something happened?” “I don’t know yet,” I admitted. With the princes’ busy schedules, we couldn’t meet until the evening. I was a nervous wreck all afternoon. When it finally came time, I met Julian and Nicholas down in the cellar. Mark and the nanny watched Elva back in our room. I stared at where once had been the tunnel opening. Now, there was only a brick wall. It was recently laid, but hadn’t been clearly tampered with. Julian lightly ran his fingers around the out