The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 293

Chapter 0293

Beside me,

Nicholas grunted.

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We both ignored him now.

Julian smiled at me. “Thank you, Piper.”

As day turned into evening, and evening into night, I could not stop thinking about Jane’s knife and how closely I had

come to being skewered.

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If Nicholas had moved a half-second slower, and I could be dead.

If I had died..

I dreaded the thoughts, but I still forced myself to face them.

If I had died, I would have died as someone who held themselves back from the things they wanted. I had my

reasons, and they were good ones. My needs had always been secondary to Elva’s. They always would be.

But, while we were here in the palace, keeping Elva safe, fed, and happy did not require my sacrifice. While we

were here, I had the chance to pursue my own happiness, however briefly.

And I was squandering it.

I waited until Elva was asleep, then sunk out of the room. The guards saw me leave, of course, ever watchful, but

other than a passing glance, they did nothing to indicate interest in where I was going. No questions were asked, no

answers were given.

I hurried down the halls, moving down a now-familiar path to the royal family’s

rooms.

s personal

Life was too short. How many regrets I would have died with had that knife met its mark. And while I couldn’t

resolve every single regret I’ve accumulated over the years, one at least felt within my power to change.

Nicholas had offered to replace the memories that Terry had tainted with happier ones.

I hadn’t been ready when he first offered, or I’d been holding myself back for the sake of my wounded, lonely

heart.

But now I knew better. I didn’t want someone like Terry to steal my virginity from me. It wanted to give it willingly to

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someone that I admire. Someone I knew would be gentle with me, and treat me like a queen, even if only for the

one night.

Someone who would still respect me in the morning, when we had to go our separate ways.

So I walked straight to Nichola s’s door, lifted my hand, and knocked.

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Then, with my breath in my throat, I waited. And waited. And waited.

Was he asleep?

I leaned closer to the door.

No, I definitely heard voices within. It almost sounded like he was arguing with someone, but in a more gentle than

forceful kind of way.

Odd.