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

would you knock on his door so

the words too loud. A

look. I was so embarrassed I wanted

me to keep dancing and he led me away from that

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

in a carnal relationship with Julian right in the middle of the competition. It hurt me a bit,

“Piper.”

that night? You thought

he said, firm.

did you kiss

looked away from me again. “It was a

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worst of all. “You

me.” The words were clipped. They didn’t

He wanted me

it shouldn’t matter who I fuck,”

hip, bunching my dress into

Nicholas. You’re the only one doing that.”

time. He caught himself quicker than I

in danger of

said.