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

you knock on his door

Julian!” I said the words too

was so embarrassed I wanted to die.

to keep dancing and he led me away from that group.

you, Piper. He’s

in a carnal relationship with Julian right in the middle of the

“Piper.”

me that night? You thought

he said, firm.

did you

me again.

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That hurt worst of all. “You

The words

He wanted me to believe them.

you believe that, then it shouldn’t matter who I fuck,”

hip, bunching my dress into his fist. “He’ll hurt

the only one doing that.”

shock him, and he stumbled this time. He caught himself quicker than

in danger of

away from him,” Nicholas said.