Page 86 of The Luna Duet


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I screamed because that bodyguard would be sharing my tent.

He would be watching over me as if my very life was his.

He was going to make it absolutely impossible for me not to kiss him at some point and I already knew how that would go.

I would kiss him.

He would hate me.

And the distance that he never let fade between us would grow impossibly, horribly wider.

Chapter Nineteen

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Aslan

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(Moon in Finnish: Kuu)

I SAT IN THUNDEROUS FURY AS NERI danced with her best friend Zara, their feet kicking up dried leaves, their laughter loose and free.

I hated that all she wore was her tangerine-coloured bikini, matching Zara’s decision to strip off her clothes almost the moment we arrived here.

I hated the guys sitting on their camp chairs, sipping beer, whispering to each other as they watched the girls spin and sway.

My hands balled into fists.

The lies she’d spun.

The tale she’d sold.

I had a good mind to wring her perfect little neck and take her back to Jack in a damn body bag. Because that was probably how this trip would end.

With me killing her.

Or killing Zara’s older brother, Joel.

Or maybe the other two guys Joel had brought.

Fuck, I might even murder the two girls sitting at the feet of the guys on garish bright blankets, their breasts barely covered by skimpy bikinis, their legs glistening from insect repellent.

They definitely looked closer to eighteen than fifteen, passing around a flask of something potent, giggling at something Joel said.

I sat alone.

Leaning against the tyre of Joel’s Ute, unable to take my eyes off Neri, in-case a snake appeared or a spider bit her or a fucking goanna launched at her from the bush.

Four hours we’d been here.

Four hours where each group had staked out a patch of the rented site, erected our mismatched tents, and placed the eskys (a new slang word I’d learned)—holding the food and copious amounts of alcohol that Joel and his friends had brought—in the most shady, coolest spot we could find.

Four hours and I was already fucking exhausted.

I’d gone through all my reserves just keeping an eye on Neri as she laughed at something Joel said and shot him a heated look when he touched her bare waist.

I’d almost ripped his arm off for that.

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