Apphia
I swallow, hoping he won't be mad, "I was with Maximus."
"Meeting?"
"No, just lunch," I murmur.
All the chatter dies down, and I receive wary glances. "Oh, we discussed the mating ball next season; he was hoping we'd host," I fib, not really. It was one of the things he mentioned.
'Liar, liar, liar,' the wraiths hisses in amusement, voices young and old, rasp, hoarse, and sharp coming together to echo the words. They all nod, buying it, but my mate doesn't.
'Liar, Luna,' I shudder, feeling a shiver down my spine. Nicholas pulls me between his legs and wraps his arms around me. The voices and the wraiths disappear from my mind.
Is she alright? I hear Nicholas' thoughts.
"I'm fine," I answer softly.
Mrs. Wilson eventually chases us from the kitchen, and we leave for t
