The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0280

Waking up in bed alone, with Nicholas nowhere in sight, I felt rejected.

I adamantly fought against the feeling, telling myself everything was fine, Nicholas was a very important and busy man. But the hurt was persistent, rooted deep within me.

Worse, I was now also humiliated. It was early, but still late enough for the serv ants and other candidates to begin to rouse and wander the halls. I had none of my own clothes, only Nichola s’s pajamas or Julian’s jacket.

I kept on the pajamas, but pulled the jacket into my arms to return to Julian later.

Then, with my cheeks burning red, I began the long trek back to my room. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, so I checked around corners and hid in alcoves to avoid all people.

I was nearly caught once, by a pair of serv ants dusting the picture frames along the hallway, but I ducked into a dark closet until they moved past.

Then, mortified, I rushed the rest of the way. The guards lifted a brow as they asked the identifying question, but they didn’t say a word when I answered correctly. They merely stepped aside.

I exhaled a loud, heavy breath. Finally I was safe.

Was what I thought…

Until I saw Piper standing in the middle of my bedroom. 4

“Where’s Elva?” I asked.

“The Nanny and a guard took her down to breakfast.” Julian glanced at my attire. A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. “Long night, Piper?”

My blush spread down my neck and over my chest, disappearing under

slept well,” I

you did,” Julian said. “Those princely pajamas look

tugged at the cuff of one

He sauntered closer.

it out for him. Was this why he had come by room? To reclaim

away. Instead, he just stared at me, but I couldn’t

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you’d be happier if it

I blinked.

“Never mind.

“Julian…?”

glad you are okay,

Under the jealous

excuse me,” he said, and

“Julian, wait.”

He stilled.

put my arms over his shoulders,

hadn’t forgotten his part in saving me last

gift was the only reason I had been found in time. His skill at picking locks had freed me from those terrible handcuffs. His jacket had protected me from watchful eyes. And

you, Julian.

arms came around my waist and he