Moondust by J.L. Weil Page A

so right. He felt right.
    Brushing the hair off my neck, he produced tingles all over me with his touch. “Why do I get the feeling that I am not going to like what you are about to tell me?”
    I swallowed. “I saw Lukas today,” I blurted. It almost sounded painful.
    He groaned , his arms tightening around me. “I really want to kick that piss-ant’s ass.”
    My lips twitched. “He told me that our bloodlines are linked.” Just as I was afraid, the muscles in his body tightened. I tilted my head back so I could look into his face.
    “ And you believe him?” Doubt was carved into every line of his expression.
    I nodded. “I had a visit from Morgana. She told me how she gave in to the darkness, and how a guy was responsible for her downfall.”
    Fierce determination set in his jaw . “That won’t be you. I won’t let it be.”
    I placed my hand on his chest. “I’m counting on it, but that doesn’t change that I might have some kind of link with Lukas.”
    Jealous y leapt into his eyes, lighting them like twin blue flames. “I don’t like it. Something feels wrong. I know it in my gut. You can’t trust what he says, Bri.”
    I envied that he was so confident about his instincts. Clarification . That is what I need. “And if I do have some predestined connection to Lukas, what does that mean for us?” The words felt like acid in my mouth. I hated that we were even having this discussion, and I realized that I didn’t want to be linked to Lukas. If I had to be fated to end up with someone, I wanted it to be Gavin.
    His hand touched my cheek. “It doesn’t have to change anything. The future is still yours to decide. Don’t let him get inside your head. You and I, we make sense. I won’t let you go, not without a fight.”
    That was what I was afraid of. And if I had to let him go, what then?
    I shuddered.
    Anguish flickered in his darkened eyes. “Unless, of course, you don’t feel—” he added.
    I silenced him with a kiss. “My love for you is not in question. I wish it was you,” I whispered. It was the honest-to-God truth. I loved Gavin. I was head-over-heels-crazy in love with him. No one else made me feel like he did. And if I was going to start trusting in myself, I needed to trust in my instincts, which were screaming for me to kiss him again. So I did.
    I might be linked to Lukas, but that didn’t mean my heart belonged him. It was still mine to give to whomever I chose. And I picked Gavin.
    F ate be damned.

 
     
    Chapter 11
     
    The big V-day had arrived.
    Joy.
    If Aunt Clara even suggested I wear red, I was going to quit, so when I strolled down the stairs dressed from head to toe in black, I waited. She glanced up from her cup of coffee and lifted her brow, but didn’t say a word.
    I grinned to myself and poured my own cup of caffeine and sugar. Taking the stool beside her, I let the brisk aroma rouse my senses.
    “Are you ready for chaos?” she asked, sipping from her white mug. Her caramel hair was in a messy bun similar to mine, but much more stylish.
    “Ask me after my third cup of coffee,” I grumbled.
    “Boycotting as usual?” she asked, finally commented on my funereal appearance. She knew me well.
    I cast her a sideways glance. “I just don’t want to clash with the flowers.”
    She tried not to be amused by me. “I thought since you had a boyfriend , you might have different feelings about heart-shaped candies and candlelit dinners.”
    I scrunched my nose. “ So where is Chad taking you tonight?” I asked, changing the subject from me to her—a much safer topic.
    This time there was no disguising the smile that spread across her lips. “Bella Donna’s.”
    “Ooo. Chad the Stud Muffin is pulling out all the stops.” Bella’s was a fancy Italian restaurant right on the harbor. They had twinkling strands of lights, outdoor seating, and overpriced, but to-die-for food. I couldn’t afford half a meal from that place. Someone was looking to get lucky.
    She