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.”

voice was a little softer now, and when I looked back at

been nice.”

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

then walked over to the shelf and pulled out several

“You don’t have to…”

into my hands before I could

albums in my hands. “Thank you.” I

Alexander nodded.

me by the old oak tree in

of the office with the CDs clutched to my chest

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Chapter 212

lovesick schoolgirl

agonizingly slow, I checked and rechecked everything at best three times The blankets were spread out perfectly under the oak tree in the forest clearing a short walk from the mansion. The food was packed and ready. The candles were arranged just right rd even made a playlist from Alexander’s CDs and loaded it onto a small portable

forth

tonight. Maybe he wouldn’t. And I hated how sad

packing everything up and pretending this had never happened. But

his work clothes into trousers and a dark sweater. He paused at the edge