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

am not having sex with Julian!” I said the words too

and look. I was so embarrassed I wanted

urged me to keep dancing and he

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

right in the middle of the competition. It hurt me

“Piper.”

night? You thought I’d jump from one brother

he said,

why did you

again. “It was a mistake.”

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That hurt worst of all. “You

Piper. Not to me.” The words were clipped. They didn’t sound true.

me to believe

it shouldn’t matter who I fuck,” I

hip, bunching my

You’re the only one doing that.”

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

never in danger of falling.

Nicholas said. His