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

I hadn’t

survival, the desire for anything beyond

a novelty that I

because it was so convincing. Trust me for a good time, it

was a playboy. But I

going on our

the wild side, Piper,” he

was still sleeping. The nanny settled into

back at Julian and the excitement

said, and he laughed in

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

didn’t even need orders to

scope out the hallways

it to the massive garage, I was amazed by the vast collection

were beautiful and shiny. Mostly sports cars

must have been incredibly

Julian said, leading me to a sleek red convertible with a black top. The

leather upholstery. When Julian

the next moment,

seconds. The tires screeched

held on for dear

we were through the door Brian had shoved open and outside. We

gravel as we made our way to