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

panic, Nicholas maintained a much clearer head.

I will come get it in a moment.” “Very well,

he was safely gone, Nicholas I turned his attention back to me. His eyes were dark, feral almost as he dragged his gaze down the length of my mostly exposed

I

didn’t know what

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

have fumbled out of my mouth were lost as Nicholas rushed toward me and scooped me up into

Holding me in a bridal carry, he walked out of that library and down the hallway to the stairs. On the second floor, he moved with a practiced ease

that