The Luna Choosing Game



"I'm okay now, really."

The brothers thankfully began to realize that their presence was stressing me.

"I'll go see if I can find something you can take for seasickness," Nicholas said.

Julian, not to be outdone, said, "I'll find you some water."

They both made certain I was fine once more.

"We'll be right back," Julian said.

"Stay here," Nicholas said.

I typically felt safer with them near, but since I was so very embarrassed, it was a relief to have them elsewhere, at least long enough for me to compose myself.

Yet, unfortunately, I was only alone for the length of three long breaths, before another figure stood before me, darkening me with her shadow.

Bridget.

"Piper? Do you think we could speak for a moment?"

Odd, she was giving me a sad sort of smile, almost like she was... apologetic. I didn't want to believe she could be sorry. I knew she was a very good actor. But... maybe she really was about to open up to me in a way that she wouldn't with Julian.

Maybe she had set Ronan on me by accident, and she wanted to know apologize.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, I knew it was much more likely that she meant to manipulate me. But I didn't see the harm in hearing her out if I kept that in mind.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.

Bridget glanced at the bench near mine, where Jessica stretched with her arm over her eyes. Her other hand was holding her stomach. She groaned in misery.

"I was hoping we could speak more privately." Bridget pointed toward a more secluded section of the yacht, near the back railing. I wasn't thrilled to be near the water again, but if I wanted answers, I knew I had to bring out my courage.

"Okay."

I forced myself up onto shaky legs. Fortunately, even wobbly as I was, I was not near as dizzy as I had been and was able to follow Bridget toward the back of the boat where she had pointed. Content belong to NôvelDráma. Org.

When we were there, I gripped the railing with both hands.

"I have something to confess to you," Bridget said. She leaned onto the railing beside me with one arm. Most of her body was turned toward me. "About Ronan."

I was immediately glad I had decided to make this trek. "Oh?"

"I do know him. We were friends." She sighed. "He wanted more, of course. They always do."

"Right," I said, even though I had no idea what she was talking about. Nicholas had been my only real boyfriend.

"He was sweet when I knew him." She glanced up at the sky and laughed. "He would do anything for me, without me having to ask for it."

I didn't like where this was going.

Bridget sobered as she lowered her gaze back to me. "It is possible that he believes I want you out of the way... by any means necessary. He always had these ideas about what I want, you understand. He'd never actually ask."

I pulled by brow together, struggling to believe. Ronan shouldn't know anything about me, unless Ronan specifically complained about me. But that shouldn't be, should it? Not if they only knew each other long ago, as she was implying.

"Why would he think that's what you want?" I asked. That seemed the most pertinent question, shooting straight through all of her lies.

Bridget smiled sweetly at me for a moment. Then that smile turned sharp and dangers.

Suddenly, she moved behind me and before I could realize what was happening, she shoved me over the railing.