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

potential homelessness or sickness. I hadn’t had the money for anything

was a struggle for survival, the desire for anything

a novelty that I couldn’t

smile was dangerous because it was so convincing. Trust me for a good

was a playboy. But I

going on our

on the wild side,

The nanny settled into a chair, ready

at Julian and

I said, and he laughed

me down the servants‘ passages, routes rarely covered by the guard. His Beta, Brian, played ance for us once or twice, stopping to ask

didn’t even need

scope out the hallways ahead

we finally made it to the massive garage, I was

about them, but they were beautiful and shiny. Mostly sports cars and

must have

sleek red convertible with a black top. The inside

in black leather upholstery. When Julian turned

the next moment, Julian was flooring it. The

seconds. The tires screeched on

held on for dear

shoved

as we