The Luna Choosing Game

By the next morning, the drug had worked its way through my system and I felt like my old self again. I

went down to breakfast, where I was reunited with Elva, who had stayed with Susie the night before by

order of Nicholas.

I was grateful for his foresight. Mortified as I was by my actions and sounds, I was at least spared the

embarrassment of explaining any of this to Mark or the nanny myself. Or worse still, to Elva..

A thought so stomach–churning, I dared not even think of it.

So when I did finally greet her, it was with a tight hug and big smile, the same as always.

Susie and I didn’t always sit together, but we chose to that morning. There were still many empty chairs with the previous elimination, and I was feeling vulnerable from what had happened the night before. I needed my friends.

Around us the girls were chattering about the curiousness of the evening’s events. Terry was to be one of the main judges of the night, but he never came to ballroom.

Also as curious, both Nicholas and Julian disappeared sometime in the night, only to reappear this morning, one with a black eye and the other with an injured hand.

“You don’t suppose the princes got into a fight with each other?” one of the girls asked.

“No,” Lilliana said flatly. “He is too mature to take part in such childish antics.”

“Julian does love to tease,” said someone else.

“Not enough to tempt a prince away from his decorum,” Olivia added. “Prince Nicholas been around Prince Julian for years. He’s surely built up a tolerance.”

“Well, then what happened with Sir Terry?“”

“Maybe he started the fight,” someone said, and another laughed. A third shushed them.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes.

Elva in my lap, but

Piper? I heard

some, with a cloudy head and tired eyes, but

throat, and left my half of the breakfast uneaten on

pick at.

I asked. It took great strength to keep my voice

point last night and returned

sense of relief and for the first

now, at least, I

of last night continued to linger in my mind, even as we broke from eating to amuse

for the day. I couldn’t help but feel Terry’s cold hands on

breath.

thoughts about that girl in the black dress who seemed to have my wolf. Who was she? Where had she come from? How had she gotten

be able to find the answers. Not since Nicholas had forbad Julian and me from continuing our

heart he was only worried for me and for the kingdom, but it

would protect people like me from ever being manipulated into giving away their wolves and their abilities. It

cowed by Terry, or by Nicholas.

of those innumerous other souls out there who just wanted to do the right thing, and lost

nanny and Mark, I set off

palace before I thought to check the empty ballroom. I found him sitting alone on the bottom

be so isolated or so reflective.

on the tile steps,

to be alone?” I asked him. I had questions and demands,

blinked and his look of vulnerability faded. In its place was the same

if

eyes at his flirtatious charms and took a seat on the same step

there last night. He had bome witness to the full extent

had the decency both to tell me it wasn’t

Nicholas moved away.

Nicholas would have taken advantage. He wouldn’t have. But Julian’s being

the circumstances of my desire much quicker.

I was still

I did have desire for Nicholas. I had wanted him to kiss me on the balcony. In time, I might have wanted to have him