The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 15

“Nicholas.”

I was dreaming. I must have been close to waking up to be so lucid.

I stood in my old room at the Academy. Nicholas had his back to me, his hand on the door handle. A

familiar curl of dread was growing in my stomach. A dull, physical ache rested behind my ribs.

This was the moment I had broken up with him.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Save it.” His voice was rough. I’d hurt him, but he didn’t want to admit it. He wouldn’t let me see.

“Nick, please –”

“Don’t call me that.” He pulled the handle and the door swung open. The light of the hall was blinding.

compared to the dimness of the room.

I had wanted to stop him. I wanted to take back everything, and bring him into my arms again.

But I couldn’t.

the loss

but I forced myself to relive the moment, watching him leave

it had that day.

know what I’d done, and

night, before I pulled myself together, left the

looked back.

and stared at the silk canopy above my borrowed

half–pressed into the

for a long time, as I pressed the memories back

belonged.

the door, and the two maids entered. I

first public appearance. We had to

derfdat

had decided to try to stay as

to eat three full meals a day again. I was already regaining some of the weight I’d lost. My ribs

as strong as those with wolves, but now I could at

exhausted.

with faux wildflowers stitched into the skirt. Elva wanted to wear a flower crown to match, but

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