The Luna Choosing Game

The King’s whole face went pale for a beat, and in the next, he became very red, like he might explode.

Julian let the lie linger for far longer than was comfortable, until the King seemed like he might choke to

death on it.

Then Julian laughed, and said, “Just kidding! Nicholas isn’t the father, sorry!”

He pulled me away then, quickly, before the King could recover.

The servant, concerned for his King, rushed to his side, leaving our escape open.

Out in the hallway, Julian pulled out of one royal room and into another. This one wasn’t quite so elaborate, likely a prince’s personal chambers. Yet it seemed far too organized and clean to belong to

Julian.

A television was on overtop of a sofa. I thought I heard Nicholas’s voice, but Julian spoke louder and closer, straight in my ear.

“You cannot tell the King the truth about Elva’s birth or the story of your wolf.”

I blinked, surprised by his urgency. He’d switched from mischievous to deadly serious in an instant.

“I have reason to suspect that some of the royalty might be involved in the underground market. We can’t trust anyone. Not my brothers, not the Luna, and not the King.”

he would have anything to do with what happened to

or Elva.

the truth of

If the

possibly mean for the kingdom?

who knows what and who is innocent, we cannot let anything

Got it?”

I nodded.

was

you.

needed to get to her, right away.

Julian retrieved his plone. He dialed something, then brought

his voice stiffer than I was used to. “How may I assist you, Your Royal

Highness?

Piper. Is Elva okay?”

for me. “She’s here and she’s fine. Why? is

Please don’t let anyone take her

Piper. On my life. No one will

I could tell he knew what I was asking, and I could hear

cried for

comes through this door, I will still protect this child.

you, Mark. Thank you so much.”