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 had the money for

was a struggle for survival, the desire

a novelty that

was so convincing. Trust me for a good time, it said, though made no promises for

forgotten Nicholas’s warnings. Julian was a playboy. But

on our

the wild side, Piper,”

behind me. Elva was still sleeping. The nanny settled into a chair,

looked back at Julian and the excitement

I said, and he laughed in

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

He didn’t even need orders to catch

out the hallways

made it to the massive garage, I was amazed by the vast collection of cars stored

they were beautiful and shiny. Mostly sports

have been

to a sleek red convertible with a black top. The

When Julian turned

the next moment, Julian was flooring it. The car went 0

in 3 seconds. The tires

held on for dear

the door Brian had shoved open and outside. We

gravel as we