The Luna Choosing Game

In the werewolf tradition, he wore a tuxedo, though with a blue shirt rather than white.

His eyes were deep red as they focused on me.

“Ambassador Zale, may I present Piper,” Mark said.

Well, it was now or never. Trust Mark, and presumably Nicholas, or take the chance myself.

Reaching up, I placed a hand on either side my neck. “My life, my friendship.”

Zale’s eyes went impossibly wide.

My heart pounded hard. Had I upset him? Was this a trap? How would I explain this to the Queen?

But then Zale smiled, showing a set of sharp teeth. “Nice to meet you, Piper. I had yet to meet a candidate tonight who know the proper Merfolk greeting.”

“I’ll make my exit now,” Mark said, backing away. “If you will excuse me.”

In Mark’s absence, Zale stepped closer. He must have been an older Merfolk. I could see now the gray at his temples, and the lines beside his striking eyes.

“Tell me,” Zale said. “How did you come to know our greeting?”

For one wild moment, I tried to think of a lie, but in the end, what could I saw but the truth?

I

“I’m sorry, sir, I wished I could tell you I learned it long ago, but the truth is… I only learned it just now when Mark told me.”

His eyes went wide again.

I shouldn’t have said that.

But then he threw his head back and laughed so hard his gills fluttered,

“Oh, Piper. How delightful you are. Do you have any idea how truth is valued in my culture? I am so used

to your kind attempting to deceive me. To have you here, so honest and open, is a great comfort to me as a stranger in a faraway land.”

I’m sorry the others tried to lie to you,” I said.

I couldn’t agree that I was an overly honest person entirely. If I was, I would have told Nicholas from the start about Elva and what truly happened to my powers.

Chapter 0051

The girls around me were freshening up their Merfolk language. Some were fluent. Others, less so. Though most seemed to have a baseline knowledge.

My grasp of the Merfolk language was rusty, at least. I vaguely recalled some lessons during my days at

the Academy, but that felt like so long ago now.

T’hadn’t had any need for Merfolk language or traditions in my day to day since leaving the Academy. I

didn’t really retain any of that knowledge.

I thought I might be able to recall some customs, though the bits of information I was hearing now and

then around me confused with my memories and left me unsure.

Also, I couldn’t trust what the girls around me were even saying.

Linda, especially, seemed to be purposefully polluting the water of fact and fiction. My knowledge was

shaky, but even I knew the Merfolk greeted each other with a deep bow, and not a fist bump like she was

to the more gullible

tried not to panic. I had been in worse situations. Heck, even lunch hour in

overwhelming, with everyone shouting orders and

manage hungry, irritable customers as

had to be careful. I had

didn’t want to have to stand in the rain

girls and I were directed into a line to wait our turn to meet the ambassador. As

shorter,

had mixed reactions. Some seemed pleased. Olivia

confident. But most looked

of energy who felt a

den.

escort me to the ambassador,

was the one who

escort you to

his name. Whether Nathan had said it when he announced the challenge.

said,

was

“You!

Merfolk he made a common mistake. Most people in

believe that Merfolk bow at the waist

us in the Academy,” I said. I’d

tradition,” Mark conceded. “However, the royal family and their ambassadors have

glanced at him. Surely he wasn’t just going to tell me what

their neck. ‘My life, my friendship,‘ they say. It’s a symbolic show of trust and

heard this before. For a moment, I wondered if perhaps Mark was trying

seemed an honest type of person. Surely he wouldn’t be so cruel as to want to

me humiliated, or worse.

Merfolk

between our kingdoms. They don’t always correct the incorrect

the royals showed Nicholas

on either side of the

the phrase,” Mark

“My life, my friendship.”

to a waiting gentleman. Compared

a head of wild dark hair, and blue–green scales down

bridge of his nose.

though his chest moved with breath.

both above and under the

Chapter 0052

the werewolf tradition, he wore a tuxedo, though with

eyes were deep red as they focused

Zale, may I present

now or never. Trust Mark, and presumably Nicholas, or take

hand on either side my

went impossibly

I

this a trap? How would I explain this to the

then Zale smiled, showing a set of sharp teeth. “Nice to meet you, Piper. I

now,” Mark said, backing

stepped closer. He must have been an older

and the lines beside his striking

you

wild moment, I tried to think of a lie, but in the end,

wished I could tell you I learned it long ago, but the truth is…

when Mark told me.”