The Luna Choosing Game

Julian showed up with the nanny early the next morning. Fortunately I was an early riser and had just

finished changing into my day clothes.

He held out a spare cup of coffee. “You ready? We have to be quick to get out of here before anyone

notices.

çast him a doubtful look. “Before anyone notices?“”

His smirk came too easily, like he always had one ready. “Did you want the cameras to follow us?”

I didn’t, but, “Isn’t that just part of the game?”

“No wonder you always got along so well with Nicholas. He sticks to the rules, too. Don’t you find that

boring? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

He watched me with a piercing gaze, almost like he could see straight into me, down into the secret

parts I tried to hide.

“Piper, when was the last time you let yourself live a little? I mean, really cut loose and let go?”

I didn’t have an answer. It certainly had not been in the past three years where breaking the rules had

hadn’t

everyday was a struggle for survival, the desire

novelty that

because it was so convincing. Trust me for

warnings. Julian was a playboy. But I wasn’t eloping with him. We

on our

the wild

still sleeping. The nanny settled into a chair, ready

Julian and the excitement

said, and he laughed in

routes rarely covered by the guard. His Beta, Brian, played ance for us once or twice, stopping to

Julian’s antics. He didn’t even need orders to catch

out the hallways

massive garage, I was amazed by the vast collection of

know much about them, but they were beautiful

have been incredibly

sleek red convertible

black leather upholstery. When Julian turned over the engine,

fastened my seatbelt just in time, because in the next moment, Julian

3 seconds. The tires screeched on the garage

held on for dear

door Brian had shoved open and outside.

as we