The Luna Choosing Game

I'looked at Nicholas and totally froze.

Here I was, in such a revealing swimsuit, pressed up against the window, trying to get Julian’s attention. I could imagine what Nicholas might think, and none of it would do well to quell the jealous wolf within him that was seemingly ready to jump anytime Julian and I were together.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he demanded. The wolf was in his voice, making it deeper and rougher than usual.

Panicked, I tried to explain what happened as quickly as I could.

“Bridget spilled red wine on my outfit, so I rushed to change. But when I opened my suitcase, someone had exploded some red paint balls in my luggage. Everything's ruined. The housekeeper already took my clothes so this was the only thing I had left and I thought if I could just get someone’s attention they could -” “Prince Nicholas?” a waiter called.

“Are you in here, Sir? Your drink is ready.” The waiter was coming around the door. I desperately searched for a place to hide, but this room was sparser than the others. It was a library or something, with bookcases built into two of the four walls.

There were two tall backed chairs, but they were on the other side of the

in my panic, Nicholas maintained

get it in a moment.” “Very well, sir,” the waiter said, and turned away. Slowly, I heard

his attention back to me. His eyes were dark, feral almost as he dragged his gaze down the

I

I...” I didn’t

planned any of it. And I certainly hadn’t expected to be standing here

my mouth were lost as Nicholas rushed toward me and

this,” he growled. Holding me in a bridal carry, he walked out of that library and down the hallway to the stairs. On the second floor,

head housekeeper had said that the