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

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

a novelty that I couldn’t

dangerous because it was so convincing. Trust me for a good time, it said, though made

hadn’t forgotten Nicholas’s warnings. Julian was a playboy.

on our

the wild side, Piper,” he

still sleeping. The

at Julian and the excitement

and

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

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

scope out the hallways

I was amazed by the

but they were beautiful

have been incredibly

me to a sleek red convertible with a black top.

Julian turned over the

the next moment, Julian was flooring it. The

in 3 seconds. The tires screeched on

held on for

had shoved open

gravel as we made