The Luna Choosing Game

Nicholas held Elva safe and secure in his arms as he stood to his full height. Elva buried her face into the corner of his neck and shoulder. He gently patted her back.

He glanced down at Elva, his gaze so tender that it made my heart clench.

“There, there,” he whispered. “You are safe now.”

“Oh my God,” said one of the other girls in the room, fanning herself. “Of course he’s good with children.”

“Someone pinch me,” said another. “I think I’m dreaming.”

Nicholas’s soft expression hardened as he glared out at the rest of the room. “Whose child is this? Why is she here?”

I started forward, but the girl in the pink dress spoke before I could reach him.

“An outsider sneaked in, unless she’s a maid.”

Some of the other girls snickered at my expense.

“She can’t be a participant,” another girl fake-whispered, loud enough for half-the room to hear. “I thought we had to be virgins, and she’s got a kid.”

I wanted to disappear into a corner. Whether virgin or not, I was nothing compared to the rest of these girls.

My clothes weren’t as nice as theirs, and my figure wasn’t like what it had been at the Academy. I’d lost much of my musculature. I was skinny from too many nights of skipped dinners.

Elva’s wellbeing had always come before my own.

Her sake was the only reason I continued forward rather than hide in embarrassment. I stopped only when I reached Nicholas.

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

I’d forgotten how gorgeous his eyes were, golden brown with flakes of green. When we’d dated, I had spent hours looking at them, trying to memorize that color, but it had seemed different each time.

Before, when I’d stared long enough, I could earn a bashful smile from him. Now, his face was totally devoid of emotion. He looked at me like I was a stranger.

Did he… not recognize me?

I had changed, sure, but not enough to become unrecognizable. Unless he truly had sealed me away in his past and moved on, never once looking back.

he was simply pretending, to save face. I could be a great embarrassment to him, showing up here, years after leaving him, and

Maybe he hated me.

the outsider.” The girl in pink motioned

Nicholas said, and even his voice was monotone. Another moment of staring at me blankly, then he turned and

held Elva, so I followed him. He led me to an adjoining room, separated by a

remember that per the selection rules, you aren’t to be alone with the contestants

stopped to look at the man, who nervously

is an exception,”

sir. Of course, sir.” The man bowed twice as he

the room. I went inside after them. A servant stepped forward and closed the door behind us,

churned. I thought I might be sick. I had never imagined I’d meet

to see me

who seemed at ease against his chest. She must have cried herself to sleep, eyes closed and drooling. She seemed at

his perfect façade cracked. He frowned. His golden eyes filled with

stayed gentle on Elva, his arm looped more protectively

dare you hide my child from

thoughts skidded to a stop. I blinked once, twice, but, no, I couldn’t make

Eloquently, I said, “Huh?”

was three years old. That lined up with our breakup

the memory. We’d been so young then,

where he was when

retained its anger, but the certainty that fueled it seemed to slide into bewilderment.

said, hoping to give

children. He’d even said so on television. For me to hide a child from him would have been a cruelty. He would

That’s her name. But

moment, before the anger

he wanted to say, he seemed to struggle

and Elva. “She

sister. But I wouldn’t tell that to Nicholas. Elva was mine in every way that mattered. I would

answer some unspoken question for him, and he started to

startled. What could

immediately cut off the deep

onto one of the plush couches in

mad at Mommy,” came Elva’s quiet