The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 212

Ella

“I was looking for music,” I blurted out.

Alexander blinked. His grip loosened ever so slightly on my wrist, although he didn’t fully let go. “What?”

“Music. I was trying to find out what kind of music you like.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. For tonight. For the full moon. I wanted to… I wanted to plan something nice, but I realized I don’t know what music you listen to, and it seemed stupid to ask because what kind of wife doesn’t know that about

her husband?”

Alexander released my wrist. He hesitated for a moment in front of me, warm breath fanning across my face, before he nodded and took a step back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking me by surprise. “I thought-”

“I know what you thought.” I lifted my chin and willed my face into a mask of calm even though it was so fucking heartbreaking that my own husband couldn’t trust me in his office because of my father’s actions. “You thought I was spying.”

Alexander’s throat bobbed, a silent confirmation. I quickly looked away and held up the CD. “Here. I’m sorry I walked into your office without permission. I was just trying to surprise you.”

when I looked back at him,

been nice.”

ruined now. Not by mine or Alexander’s fault, but my father’s. I hadn’t realized just how bitter about that whole situation I was until now–when the reminder that Alexander couldn’t

holding in my hand, then walked over to the shelf and pulled out several more. “Here. Take these

“You don’t have to…”

I could

stared at the albums in my hands. “Thank you.” I took a deep breath,

Alexander nodded.

oak tree in the forest at ten

and fled out of the office with the CDs

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Chapter 212

lovesick schoolgirl

and rechecked everything at best three times The blankets were spread out perfectly under the oak tree in the forest clearing a short walk

pacing back and forth across the picnic setup, wringing my

Maybe he wouldn’t. And I hated how sad it made me to think that he very well might not come

everything up and pretending this had

paused at the edge of the clearing hands stuffed in his pockets. Red brows shot up when he saw me standing next to the blanket