The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0357

“Then, what?”

He glanced at me. Slowly, he stopped walking. We were alone in the hallway though there was talking up ahead. Around the corner was the dining room. Some of the girls must have gone down to lunch early.

“Joyce called you out to that balcony,” Julian said. “He said it was because you are too

reckless, but when has he ever cared about something like that before or since. You aren’t one of his selected candidates, and he’s never taken an interest in any of Nicholas’s or my relationships before.”

“You can’t think… he had ulterior motives?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Julian admitted quickly. “It does seem unlikely. Joyce has never been rebellious. He’s always done just enough to stay within the rules our parents set for him. I suppose he could have seen, as I did, how fond Nicholas is of you, and wanted to step in, but…”

My throat went dry. “But?“”

Julian squeezed my arm. “The timing is what concerns me. He locked you out there the same night Nicholas was almost taken. It felt wrong to me, even then I felt something was off. That was why I was so insistent we check on Nicholas.”

My worries culminated into a dark jagged swirl that sliced mercilessly inside my chest. I had to voice an unhappy question. I felt guilty even thinking it, so I whispered it to Julian rather than saying it too loudly, “Could Joyce be working with the underground?” o

Julian looked at me. There was a hard edge to his gaze. “You should be careful around him.”

“You do suspect him, then?”

a small moment, he

had no reply to that. He rendered me

quiet, Julian urged me into walking again, and

angle of Nicholas and Olivia as they stood in the center of the hallway. A producer was holding a microphone in Nicholas’s face and asking Nicholas questions.

chaos, I couldn’t make out the question, but it made Nicholas dip into his reservoir of unpleasantly

in the

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every eye in

looked at me.

turned to look at

wanted to hide,

was fierce, like an

led me straight you?

Olivia.

until we were standing

It was eerie hatching faces of cool indifference, while

y heart ache

the glances were.

too. Maybe the

perfect for each other. More