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

sickness. I hadn’t had the money

everyday was a struggle for survival, the desire for anything beyond food,

novelty that I

so convincing. Trust me for a good time, it said,

was a playboy. But I wasn’t eloping

on

the wild side, Piper,”

The nanny settled into a chair,

looked back at Julian and the excitement he

and

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

was likely used to Julian’s antics. He didn’t even need orders

out the hallways ahead of

to the massive garage, I was

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

have been incredibly

to a sleek red convertible with a black top. The inside

upholstery. When Julian

seatbelt just in time, because in the next moment, Julian was flooring it. The car went

The tires

on for dear

had shoved

up gravel as we made