The Luna Choosing Game

On the dance floor, Nicholas placed his hand on my hip. I placed mine of his shoulder. The orchestra

began to play, and Nicholas led me forward in a dance.

His jaw was clenched and he wasn’t looking at me. Even compared to our previous dances, his

movements now were stiff and unnatural.

He was mad at me, unjustly, and knowing that made me equally mad at him.

“You can’t keep me from talking with your brother,” I said. “You can’t dictate who I talk to at all.”

Nicholas huffed a sharp breath, too full of distain to be a laugh. Then he glanced down at me and entirely dropped the façade of humor.

“It’s inappropriate for you to leave in the middle of the celebration to run off and fuck my brother.”

I missed a step and stumbled over my own feet. Nicholas’s firm grip was the only reason I stayed upright.

“What?” I hissed. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Don’t lie to me, Piper,” Nicholas hissed back. “You are always sneaking off with him. And then that night

else would you knock on his

am not having sex with Julian!” I said the words too loud. A few of the

look. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.

urged me to keep dancing and he

be a good lover for you, Piper. He’s selfish. He’s going to break your

believe he would think me capable of indulging in a carnal relationship with Julian right in the middle of the competition. It hurt me a bit, so I lashed

“Piper.”

you kissed me that night? You thought I’d jump

he said,

why did you kiss me?”

again. “It was a mistake.”

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of all. “You can’t mean

The words were

He wanted me to

that, then it shouldn’t matter

hand clenched on my hip, bunching my dress into his fist. “He’ll

Nicholas. You’re the only one

stumbled this time. He caught himself quicker than

was never in

him,” Nicholas said. His voice was softer now.