Monsters Of Moonlight

Chapter Sixteen

Laughter Upon the Ice

Luna Remy Sallow-Uley

It isn't a date.

It's not.

Definitely not.

Nope.

She never said that it was - oh shit she did, didn't she?

Bollocks.

Bloody Embry and his gormless observations.

Cursing the boy to high hell, the ravenette grabbed the black leather satchel from her wardrobe, placing her wallet and phone inside along with her ice-skate case, quickly throwing the bag on her bed before returning to her wardrobe and deciding on a suitable outfit for the occasion.

Settling with a pale ivory turtleneck with little white, black and orange koi fish printed around the collarand cuffs, navy ripped skinny jeans, dark brown leather frye boots and a dark garnet snow jacket with her signature arm cuffs, opal studs and dangly moonstone chain earrings, she quickly got changed before pulling her already braided curls into a pair of low buns.

Grabbing her bags, she left her bedroom and moved downstairs to the kitchen, placing her bags on the counter before sitting on an island stool and bouncing her leg anxiously against the chair.

"It's not a date. It's not a date. It's not a -"

"You look nice, little moon, got something planned tonight?" Charlie interrupts, oblivious to his daughter's anxieties as he walks towards the fridge.

"It not a date!" She yells abruptly.

"I didn't say it was?" Charlie says unsurely, looking at his daughter cautiously. "If you're going out with Jake, then it better not be, no dating Jake for at least another month, the old man wins otherwise."

"What are you talking about?" Luna asks, confused by the increasing number of people seeming to be betting on her love life.

"What are you talking about?" Charlie reiterates, equally as confused as his daughter. "You never go anywhere without Jacob, socially, that is?"

"What's the maximum penalty for burning someone on a stake?"

"Jail time, a lot of it." Charlie deadpans.

"What I wouldn't give to send people back three hundred years ago could've burnt them in the middle of the bloody town, and no one would have cared." Luna grumbles. "Can I borrow your gun?"

"You're not shooting anyone." The brunette answers sternly.

"I was actually going to put myself out of my misery." Luna shrugs. "A bullet to the skull seems like a rather efficient excuse to get out of this appointment."

"So, if not Jake, who's got you all anxious?" Charlie asks softly, noting his daughters nervous tells from the constant tapping of her foot, the way she played with the rings of her hand and how she seemed to be speaking more than usual, most of it nonsense that usually only spurred in her head.

Luna ducked her head slightly, turning away from her father's, knowing eyes before sighing defeatedly. She had never liked hiding things from him, respecting and loving him too much to insult him in such a way. But she was scared, this wasnt a date in her mind, but she wasn't oblivious to the inevitable nature of her situation.