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

Julian!” I said the words too loud. A few of the dancing couples around

was so

dancing and he

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

carnal relationship with Julian right in the middle of the competition. It

“Piper.”

me that night? You thought I’d jump from

said, firm.

you kiss

from me again. “It was

+15 BONUS

That hurt worst of all.

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

He wanted me

that, then it shouldn’t matter

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

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

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

never in

said. His voice