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

on

I said the words too loud. A

and look. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.

dancing and he led

would not be a good lover for you, Piper. He’s selfish. He’s going

the middle of the competition. It hurt me a bit, so I lashed out, wanting to hurt him too.

“Piper.”

kissed me that night? You thought I’d jump from one brother to

said, firm.

you kiss

again. “It was

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hurt worst of all. “You can’t mean

to me.” The words

me to

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

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

You’re the only one

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

in danger

him,” Nicholas said. His