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

a struggle for survival, the desire for anything beyond food, water, and

novelty that I couldn’t

was so convincing. Trust me

a playboy.

on our

on the wild side,

sleeping. The

at Julian and

said, and he laughed

guard. His Beta, Brian, played ance for us once or twice, stopping to ask guards questions while we slipped behind their

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

scope out the

finally made it to the massive garage, I was amazed by the vast

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

have been

sleek red convertible

black leather upholstery. When Julian turned

in the next moment, Julian was flooring it. The car went

in 3 seconds. The tires

held on

had shoved open and outside. We served around

as we made