The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

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Chapter 0264

“Didn’t Julian mention the pendant to you?” I asked.

“No,” Nicholas said curtly.

“He gave me this.” I lifted the pendant higher, for Nicholas to see. “He said that all I have to do is press

down on the moon, and my location would be sent to him. I asked him to include you in on it…”

“Conveniently he failed to mention it to me.” Jealousy dripped like venom from his voice.

“He must have forgotten.”

“Doubtful.” Nicholas accepted the pendant and examined it closely. He flipped it over to look at the back

of it. “I would have felt better if he had told me about this, but… I can’t deny it gives me some measure of

comfort to know you have it.”

“It does?”

Nicholas nodded. “I want you protected, even if I’m not the one doing it. Julian is many things but he is

not on Terry’s side. If he gave you this to protect you from him, that offer was genuine. As is the threat. If

even Julian is worried about you…”

Nicholas and Julian seemed to have skewed ideas of the other. I had seen Julian’s concern before, in albeit fleeting

moments. But Julian was not so rambunctious and carefree as Nicholas assumed him to

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I doubted that defense of Julian would be welcome right at this moment, with Nicholas barely containing his envy,

so I withheld it. Julian would probably prefer the misconception anyway, since he so

often sought to cultivate it.

“I will be speaking to Julian about this, however,” Nicholas said, his voice lowering with dark promise.

I laughed a little, nervously, hoping I didn’t get Julian in too much trouble. Though, knowing him, he could handle

himself just fine against his brother.

Nicholas leaned forward and pulled me into his arms again. For a few more blissful moments, I closed my eyes and

enjoyed his warmth and closeness. But then, too soon, he pulled away again.

“Unfortunately, if we continue to delay, we risk being so late that it will affect your standing,” he said with

regret.

I couldn’t afford to lose even one more rank, so I leaned back as well.

Nicholas put the car into reverse and returned us to the street. Then he moved the gear into drive and

we continued on.

Terry’s mansion wasn’t too far from where we had been, a mile or two at most. We were the last car to pull into the

driveway, though several servants were still outside as if expecting us. When Nicholas stopped, one of the servants

opened my car door.

“Thank you very much,” I said as I exited.

The servant kept his eyes down and did not engage me at all, not even to respond.

Odd, I thought at once, though perhaps this particular gentleman took his position as a servant very seriously. I

wouldn’t hold it against him. I simply stepped away and waited for Nicholas to come around

the car.

Nicholas held his arm out for me, and I laced mine around his.

At the doorway, a pair of servants opened the door for us. “Thank you very much,” I said to them both. Both

ignored me, eyes low, as if they had been instructed not to look at me. No, it wasn’t just me. They

deferred their gazes from Nicholas as well.

I glanced at Nicholas in confusion.

Nicholas huffed. “They say Terry treats his staff kindly and pays well. Neither of those things are true. His cruelty

knows no bounds, and I suspect, though I have no proof, that many of his staff aren’t here by

choice. I suspect blackmail.

“Surely your family would have done something about it by now,” I said.

Nicholas shook his head. “Everyone has turned a blind eye. I’ve broached the topic with my parents before, but

they will not hear me. His cruelty breeds loyalty, unfortunately. The servants won’t speak to me, let alone come

forward about their treatment.”

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I hated that notion. I wanted to save the servants here. But when I looked at them, their gazes were on the floor,

their bodies still as statues. I doubted they would speak to me either. Perhaps the only way to help them now, was

the same way to help myself.

We had to bring Terry down.

Nicholas led me further into the bulk of the mansion, Into a greeting room at the base of a grand staircase. Gold

adorned nearly every surface from the banisters of the staircase to the molding across

the room.

Oil paintings and tapestries hung on every wall, under lights and sometimes cases. I had little doubt that

over them, let‘ I dirty them with the bottom of my shoes.

The candidates and a few other guests were scattered throughout the room, with Terry standing in the center of

the room. Servants, their downcast gazes in place, walked around the room carrying trays of champagne and hors

d’oeuvres. Camera crews catch every potential moment of action.

Terry, when he spots us, waves Nicholas and me closer. Nicholas holds tightly to my hand as we

approach.

Terry’s gaze drifts down to my lips, and his eyes narrowed. “Why, Piper. It seems you have smeared your

lipstick.”

He procures a handkerchief from his pocket and passes it over to me. I hesitate a moment before

accepting it and dap at the corners of my lips.

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