The Luna Choosing Game

“That does create a dilemma, doesn’t it?”

Julian picked up where I left off. The disappointed look had vanished now, replaced with an almost… pride? Impossible. He most likely just wanted more mischief.

If we let Piper go now, wouldn’t the public have questions?”

“What do we care for their questions?” The Queen tapped her spoon on the edge of her teacup. “When the final selections are chosen, Piper’s shortcomings will become obvious in comparison. No one will be

able to deny it.”

“Well said, dear.” The King turned in his chair to watch the television, dismissing the conversation totally.

Fury burned in my blood. Yet I was powerless. Ultimately, despite what everyone was told about this first elimination ceremony, the King and Queen made the final choices about who would go and who would

stay.

Rankings were arbitrary numbers that they would raise and lower to fit their vision.

The deck was stacked against Piper, no matter how well she had done in the actual events. And she had

done exceedingly well.

Beside me, Julian’s usual smile seemed tighter somehow. I still didn’t understand the relationship between Piper and him, or what he hoped to gain from it. Yet, in this instance, I could see him plotting. and I was grateful that it was likely in an effort to get Piper to stay.

could discover a way to allow her to

separate ways for the day. No sooner had I

an incoming call from Mark. Quickly, I accepted and brought the phone to my

struggled to maintain my rested heartrate. He would only call if

to guard Elva, any problem could be

“Elva ran away

the phone. It creaked

quickly. “But I thought you would want to know of her attempt

her to her

way that requested

twisted in my chest. “Give me the

far as the garage. I found

me, she shouted, “Nick–lass!” and ran

and opened my arms. I braced

strong embrace.

her eyes and sniffled when she talked. “… finally…