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.”

His voice was a little softer now, and when I looked back at him, his mouth was lifted into the faintest of smiles. The sight made my heart flutter. “I do wish you’d

been nice.”

the surprise was 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 fully trust me because of it came back in

holding in my hand, then walked over to the shelf and pulled

“You don’t have to…”

before I could keep

my hands. “Thank you.” I took a deep breath, then said,

Alexander nodded.

the old oak tree in the forest

of the office with

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lovesick schoolgirl

clearing a short walk from the mansion. The food was packed and ready. The candles were arranged just

pacing back and forth across the picnic setup,

wouldn’t. And I hated how

pretending this had never happened.

trousers and a dark sweater. He paused at the edge of the clearing hands stuffed in his pockets.