Page 21 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I froze, paling.

“Do you know how much troubleyoucould get into for giving this to me?” I replied.

“I know precisely how much.” Laurent smoothed down his waistcoat. “I guess that I’m as much an idiot as my brother is.”

“Come here.” When I reached to hug Laurent, he flinched.

My heart ached that I knew why. I’d seen how Olivia treated both her sons.

Gently, I nuzzled against Laurent’s neck.

He purred in response, carefully raising his arms to embrace me. “Watch my hair.”

I laughed, purring harder.

Now, I clutch the jersey.

My breathing slows down, and I manage to still my tears. I rub the jersey’s sleeve over my cheeks, wiping away the wetness.

Then I lie down, dragging the blanket over my head like I can create a protective nest that way.

I bury my face in the jerseyin the memory of the Alpha who isn’t truly mine.

After a moment, I wriggle the jersey over my shoulders for warmth. It’s so large on me that it falls all the way to my knees.

I forget just how much taller Ambrose is than me.

Will Ambrose decide to enact the ancient tradition of the Ballet Bonding Night?

But how could Ambrose risk selecting Swan and me, even if he does?

Carefully, I raise my fingers to my lips. They’re still tingling from my kiss with Swan.

Swan is more than family.

He’s my Beta.

Pack.

Despite the consequences and whatever danger Swan is in, I don’t regret kissing him. We’ve hidden our love behind our dancing for years. In a week, we may lose each other forever.

This is our last chance to be a couple.

We have to take it.

Yet it must be the early hours of Monday morning now. What the hell is Dimitri doing to Swan?

I whine, cuddling deeper under the blanket. The darkness swallows me. The mattress is hard. My muscles ache.

I shiver. It’s freezing tonight.

All of a sudden, the door crashes open.

I jump.

Swan…

I throw the blanket off me.

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