The Luna Choosing Game

I worried about Elva all day, about her abilities and the dangers that those might bring. I was so

distracted with my thoughts that I didn’t notice Elva was beginning to not feel well until she took my hand and I felt how clammy her palms were.

“Are you not feeling well, Elva?” I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead. She was burning up. * Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You get sad,” Elva said.

She was such a considerate child, trying to protect me. But my whole heart broke, knowing she didn’t

feel like she could depend on me.

“I love you, honey, but you have to tell me right away when you don’t feel good, okay?” I scooped her into

my arms.

The day’s events had ended. We were on our way back to our room anyway. Now, carrying Elva, I rushed

there as fast as I could.

Mark caught sight of me right away. “What’s wrong?”

“Send for the doctor, please. Elva has a fever.” I tried to keep the fear from cracking my voice but it s

made it wobble uncertainly.

Mark glanced at Elva and his face went rigid. “Right away.” He waved for one of the two guards at my

door.

onto the bed. With the quiet

what to do, other than what I always did: stay

supposed to last for two more days. Tomorrow was the most vital

little ranking I had. I had almost no hope I would be able to

competition anyway, but now, with Elva

needed diligent care. The kind we’d never have back in

had to try to survive the elimination.

if she needed twenty–four hour

pouldn’t lose. I couldn’t

long enough to disappear on

me?

I could do. It was desperate and reckless, but for Elva’s sake,

anything.

personal physician. As she began

me where I can

he still lifted one at my question. “What do you intend to

“Beg,” I said.

that on non–banquet days, the royal family took their meals in

be alone before the