Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 66

Talia’s POV

“Any condition,” Jason said, smiling as if he already knew what I was going to say. “Name it.”

“Stay out of trouble,” I said. “Don’t bother anyone. Celebrate Della’s birthday quietly. Then leave.” My tone was calm, but my eyes were watching him carefully.

“Done. I can do that. Thanks Talia,” Jason stated like it was no effort at all.

I frowned and rolled my eyes.

Della clapped once to pull the attention back on her. “Alright, cake slices are coming. Then drinks. Be nice, or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Servers brought out the glasses, and Della grabbed the rose-gold bottle of Rosefall from the bar. She uncorked it and began pouring in a steady rhythm.

“Finally. Rosefall!” Della cheered.

She moved down the line, filling half a glass for each guest. When she reached Nolan, he immediately took a sip.

“Nice wine. It tastes familiar,” he commented.

Jason heard it from three feet away and turned, eager to insert himself. “Of course it’s good,” he announced, voice a little too loud. “Rosefall is one of Silverfang’s premium wines. You only see it at the Alpha King’s gatherings.” He angled his head toward Nolan, his face smug. “Not that you’d know. You’ve never been to one.”

Nolan didn’t respond to his bait. He took another small drink and turned his attention back to me, “I wonder if I would be allowed a bottle.”

“You liked it that much?” I asked in surprise. “I’m sure the Alpha King would have no problem providing a case.”

Seeing that he was being left out of the conversation, Jason tossed back his entire pour in one swallow. “Another,” he said, shoving his glass toward me. I wanted to warn him that even though the wine was sweet, it packed a punch but deep down I wanted him to mess up so I could kick him out.

I poured him another glass. He downed it in one gulp, then pivoted toward Della. “I have to say… you look amazing tonight,” he said, words just a fraction slower than they should have been. “Gold dress suits you. Your favorite color, isn’t it? You and the Princess are close, I heard it.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Jason,” Della warned him. “Your flattery won’t get you anywhere with me.”

“No flattery,” Jason insisted, downing his second pour. “I just think it’s amazing that you’re good friends with Talia and the Princess. Maybe you could introduce me properly.”

“To whom?” Della asked, already bored with the conversation.

“The princess of course,” he smiled, his words slurring more now. “I want to get to know her.”

Della frowned and stepped back from him. “She already knows who you are.”

Jason grinned like an idiot and said, “Great. Then you can tell her-”

“And she isn’t interested,” Della snapped, her disgust clear. “She knows you rejected your fated mate.”

His smile dropped. “That’s…that’s not the full story.” He looked at me in desperation. “Talia, tell her. Tell them all. You know how it was.”

“I’m not explaining anything for you,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Jason stepped closer, glass hanging from his fingers. “Please,” he begged. “You can fix this.”

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