The Luna Choosing Game

Forcing my voice level, I asked, “Why wasn’t I previously informed that Elva was suffering from a

terminal illness?”

The pitying one pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps we were optimistic before. But she has since taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t fortunetellers, ma’am.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “So you won’t treat her? At all?”

The pitying one shrugged. “What’s the point?” He placed his hand on my shoulder, and it took everything within me not to shove him away. “Giving up now is for the best. You’ll see that soon enough.”

“I will never agree with that,” I said. “Elva is worth saving. At least try. Please. I’m begging you.

The doctor with the pitying look shook his head. He called to his colleague. “We’re done here.” a

“No…” My legs went weak.

As one doctor walked straight out the door, the other, the one with the blank expression stopped at my

side.

In a whisper that no one else could hear, she told me, “Perhaps leaving the palace would be better for

her.”

I looked at her in confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She left the room without glancing

back

Was she insinuating that someone here might have done something to Elva? Or was she saying that no one here would help her because of who she was?

I collapsed. I would have likely banged my knees on the floor if my maid hadn’t caught me and helped.

me down.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough… even if it was fated… didn’t

she deserve some treatment?

The poor girl was in pain!

Miss Piper said the second maid from Elva’s bedside,

Aluson I pushed myself back to my feet and scrambled to Elva’s side: Her little hand was reaching out

in both of mine

“It’s okay, honey. Mommy’s here now. It’s going to be okay.”

She seemed soothed by my presence, enough to fall asleep.

I glanced at the second maid, who was diligent in holding that compress and watching Elva. Confident she would alert me if something else occurred, I stepped back from the bed to consult with the doctors.

As I came toward them, they stopped their hushed words to each other and looked at me. One wore a blank expression. The other had a pitying look.

does Elva have a fever?” I asked. “What’s

each other, then

plan,”

have

I hated him more than anyone else in

at that moment.

“We hope you will see reason, and give up on

hot. “You are talking about

needs put down.”

save our resources for those with hope of survival,” the doctor with the blank

her as

resources so scarce they would refuse to help a child? Why hadn’t that been mentioned earlier? Julian had made it seem like they would take care of Elva, since she was a

they were, saying she didn’t

before?” I asked. My voice was rising with my panic. “Elva has

a thing about her having

the pitying

crossed

but it came out shaking. I wanted to scream at them,

wouldn’t work. For Elva’s sake, I

I

Chapter 0022

voice level, I asked, “Why wasn’t I previously informed

terminal illness?”

his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps we

taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t fortunetellers,

to hear. “So you won’t treat her?

the point?” He placed his hand on my shoulder,

now is for the best. You’ll see

“Elva is worth saving.

his head. He

My legs

the other, the one

side.

could hear, she told me, “Perhaps

her.”

but she offered no further explanation.

back

insinuating that someone here might have done something to Elva? Or was

help her because of who

collapsed. I would have likely banged my knees on the floor if my maid hadn’t caught me and

me down.

was I going to do? I couldn’t let Elva die! Even if

she deserve some treatment?

poor girl was

second maid from Elva’s

scrambled to Elva’s side. Her little hand

“It hurts…”