The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0233

Eventually, Nicholas returned to my side. “Let me take you back to your room.”

“But my sister –”

“Is safely on the other side of that door. Come on.” He spoke slowly and calmly. He must have seen me trembling. “You’ll feel better when you are at Elva’s side. Mark just checked on her, she is safely sleeping.”

Some relief washed through me. It wasn’t enough to totally quiet the anxiety that had taken root, but it

did help smooth the edge a bit.

Nodding, I looped my arm with Nicholas and he began leading me from the room.

At the door, Julian touched my shoulder. “Goodnight, Piper,”

“Goodnight,” I said, though there was nothing good about it. And I doubted I would sleep. None of that

was Julian’s fault.

Nicholas slowly walked me away. We didn’t say a word, but I found strength in his steady comfort. He was always so sturdy and strong, so dependable. I know I could count on him in any situation.

Even this.

closeness gave me the strength I needed to finally give

hurts so much.” I blinked and tears fell down my cheeks. I hadn’t even felt them

in the hallway. He faced me as much as he could without releasing my arm. I gripped fiercely at his sleeve,

was always the rebel. The troublemaker. She acted out against authority, and never listened to anyone.” I sniffled. “But even with all that, I never would have thought

inched closer. Finally I released his arm and he wrapped both around me. I buried my face in

and released a terrible sob.

did.” The tears left hot tracks on my face. I

know how,

darkest moments, I’d always believed that someday Jane would find her way back to me

was her twin and Elva was her child. How could she just throw us away like we meant nothing

all?

for her. I’d hoped she would

shirt with both hands. I ruined it with my tears.

holding me.

to do now? What should I hope for? My own sister wants to

too much. My heart was aching, tearing in

I’d felt like I had saved him. There had been anguish and tears, but it had come with the belief that

for happiness? Could she only feel joy when witnessing my utter

I cried, Because what she wanted was

Maybe even my death.