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.

I entered the room and lowered Elva down onto the bed. With the quiet maid’s help, we changed

do, other than what I always did: stay by her side, wait

to last for two more days. Tomorrow was

had. I had almost no hope

now, with Elva sick

care. The kind we’d never have back in our small apartment with

to try to survive the elimination. What if

if she needed twenty–four

pouldn’t lose. I couldn’t

I leave her side, however, especially long enough

me?

was only one thing I could do. It was desperate and reckless,

anything.

returned with Asher’s personal physician. As she began

where I can find

concern, but he still lifted one

“Beg,” I said.

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

so as to be alone