Chapter l390
The Luna Choosing Game
Chapter 0390
The next day, Elva and I spent some time with Veronica in the library. Veronica was nose deep in her books. Elva had begun their time together by flittering through the stacks pretending to be a dragon. Now, she was dozing on a big, comfortable, high-back chair.
Watching her sleep so soundly helped quell some of the rebelling instincts within me. Every once in a while, I would catch myself glancing out the window at the forest.
My instincts were difficult to ignore. But I could do it. For Elva. For Nicholas. For Julian. For everyone, even myself.
Veronica slid me a book across the table we were sitting at. âRead this.â
I looked down where she pointed and read through the passage. In was an innocuous, boring diatribe about the rise and fall of the grain industry in the late seventeen hundreds.
I lifted a brow at Veronica. âThis has nothing to do with teleportation.â
She shrugged. âI know that. It was to help you focus. Did it work?â
I blinked a few times. Yeah, it did kind of work.
âWhen your urges feel overwhelming, find a way to refocus them,â Veronica said. âRead a book. Start a conversation. Play hopscotch. It doesnât matter what it is. Just put your brain somewhere else.â
âOkay,â I said, and pulled the book closer. For the next hour, every time my instincts heightened, I read another passage. I was going to be an expert on late seventeen hundreds agriculture before the end of this.
Eventually, Elva woke up from her nap and grew bored. The nanny offered to take her for a walk and Elva agreed. But not before she came to give me a hug first.
âWeâll meet after,â I said.
Elva nodded.
When she left out the door with the nanny, I heaved a heavy sigh.
Veronica watched me. âYou are struggling.â
âNon-stop,â I said. âBut I canât do that to her again. I scared her so much.â
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âYou scared all of us,â Veronica said.
That surprised me. Veronica and I were friends, but I didnât expect that kind of emotion from her.
âI knew what was happening,â she explained, âBut knowing what was happening and being able to do anything about it are so different. Nicholas and Julian came to me for solutions but I couldnât give them one. It frustrated me. Did they think if I knew how to stop the urges, that I wouldnât have suggested it first off?â
âIâm sorry,â I said. I had apologized a lot since my return, but only because I had so much to apologize for. Veronica was just one more victim to my
carelessness.
âI know you couldnât help it,â she said. âIâm sorry I didnât have answers.â
âI never blamed you for a moment.
Her eyes met mine, and though she didnât exactly smile, her eyes were kind with friendship.
I took the agricultural history book with me when I left Veronica to her research. Throughout the day, I referenced it several times, whenever my desire to run felt too strong. Yet, each time I read through it, it seemed less effective than the last.
By the time I made it to the eighteenth century in the book, my hands were shaking so much I couldnât hold the book straight enough to read it.
I had to run. Elva was busy playing dress up with Charlotte and the nanny. No one would notice if I sl*pped out. Just for a small run. A tiny run. No more than a few steps really. Then I would come right back here. They wouldnât even know I
was gone.
I left the book in my chair and headed for the door. I said hello to the guards at my bedroom then hurried through the hallways.
I just needed to get outside without Veronica, Julian, or Nicholas seeing. They were the only ones who would really know where I was going and why. Susie and Tiffany would know, but I was confident I could talk my way around them.
Yet just as I was about to reach the stairwell, a pair of arms sna tched me around from behind. They dragged me to the side and suddenly I found myself in a very familiar closet. Nicholas clicked on the overhead light.
His eyes were filled with disapproval. âWhere were you headed, Piper?â
I felt like a petulant child as I crossed my arms, but I couldnât make myself stop.
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âOut,â
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âOut where?â Nicholas asked, voice dropping, lower, dangerous.
I didnât have a good lie not one he would believe. So I crumpled. âI just thought if I had a tiny little run, it would take the edge offâ¦â
âVeronica warned me about this,â Nicholas said.
âShe did?â I asked, surprised,
He hummed. âShe said the book might stop working.â
âShe told you about the book?â
âShe did. And she said you might need other distractions before long.â
Distractions? âWhat did she suggest?â
âIt wasnât what she suggested. Itâs what I offered,â he said.
âWhich is?â I asked.
At once, he leaned forward and k*ssed me.
I melted in his arms. He deepened the k*ss, taking my pliancy for the green light it was. His tongue delved into my mouth. I clung to his shoulders.
âNick,â I whispered against his l*ps.
âIs it helping?â he asked.
It was. âDo it again to be sure.â
He smiled. âAs many times as you need.â
âI might need all night.â
âThen youâll have it.â
He k*ssed me again, and again. His hands were firm on my back. He had no intention of pushing this moment toward anything. He merely stayed in each otherâs company trading lazy k*sses and secret smiles.
As I laughed, he k*ssed the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, my ear, and the tip of my nose.
So easily, I was a relaxed puddle of happy goo in his arms.
âThis is so much better than the book,â I said.
He smiled. âWhat was it about?â
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âAgriculture.â
He laughed. He was so handsome like that, I had to k*ss him again.
As we returned to ourselves, Nicholas said to me, âWhen you start to feel the urge again, come find me. I will help you, even if I have to k*ss you all night and all day long.â
I laugh a little, light and happy. âYouâll k*ss the sense back into me?â
âI will, if youâll let me.â
âOf course, Iâll let you.â I throw my arms around his n*eck and drag him back for more. âI might need a bit more reinforcement right now, before I head back out on my own.â
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His hands stretched out over my back as he deepened the k*ss once more. Go d, he tasted so good. He was such a good k*sser too, so diligent and giving. If this was the only way to return to myself, I was absolutely fine with that.
Iâd love to be in his arms more, as much as possible.
Iâd live and breathe in his embrace if he would only let me. If only such a thing were possible.
If only the entire world didnât pull us apart the minute we stepped out the door.
âI swear, Piper. Iâm here for you. Trust in me.â
I did, so I told him so. âI trust you, Nick. With my life.â