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 money for

the desire for anything beyond food, water, and

that I

growing smile was dangerous because it was so convincing. Trust me

was a playboy. But I

on

on the wild side, Piper,”

was still sleeping. The

Julian and the

I said, and he

passages, routes rarely covered by the guard. His Beta, Brian, played ance for us once or twice, stopping to ask guards questions while we slipped behind their

antics. He didn’t even need

scope out the

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

but they were beautiful and shiny. Mostly

have been incredibly

leading me to a sleek red convertible with a black

upholstery. When Julian turned over the engine,

the next moment, Julian was flooring

seconds. The tires screeched on the

held on

door Brian had shoved open and outside. We served around the

gravel as we made our way