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

said the words too loud. A few of the

I was so embarrassed I wanted

dancing and he

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

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 out, wanting to hurt him too. “Who

“Piper.”

You thought I’d

said,

did you kiss me?”

looked away from me again.

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of all. “You can’t mean that.”

words were clipped.

them. He wanted me to

it shouldn’t

clenched on my hip, bunching my dress into his fist. “He’ll hurt you.”

the only one

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

was never in

Nicholas said. His voice was softer now. “Please.”