The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0411

Chapter 0411

Veronica was still quiet.

I wished I could give her a hug, but I didn’t want to disturb her train of thought. She had personally asked me to come with her.

“I don’t need you to do anything,” she had said then. Her eyes had been downcast, like she was embarrassed to be asking for help. “But I would feel better if I knew you were there, supporting me.”

“I’ll always be supporting you,” I had said, thinking about what would happen when the competition was done and we all went our separate ways.

Coming here tonight was the absolute least I could do for her.

“I’m ready,” Veronica said now.

The rest of us waited in the observation room, as Veronica went alone through the door into the interrogation room.

Joyce glanced up as she entered. He seemed confused.

“What are you doing here?”

“Do you know who I am?” she asked.

“From the competition…” he said. He didn’t know her name.

“I’m Veronica,” she said. “And I was just like you. I was recruited into the underground organization from a very young age, and was raised to do their bidding.”

Joyce looked at her again in renewed interest. “How old were you?” he asked.

“Too young.”

Joyce dropped his gaze down to the table. “And you’re out now?”

was finally exposed to their true colors. They never wanted to save the world like they promised. They trained me to do magic, and then used

my life will change?” He

at the same tone

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undisturbed by his insults.

a crime organization

Joyce said once, and then louder, “I don’t believe

way out of it for

screaming himself horse, Joyce repeated, “I don’t believe

turned and left, returning to the

her. “I’m so

she said. “This is only the beginning.” She looked to Julian. “I’d like to

Julian nodded. “Alright.”

understand. “He didn’t seem…

wouldn’t have done that

too. “You shouldn’t overly trouble yourself, Veronica. We appreciate what you are doing,

feels like this is healing some

one dared to argue

ran through me. Though modern, the facility did seem to have a sterile, cold

jacket and placed it around my shoulders. I was instantly warmer and snuggled into it, knowing it had been warmed

“Thank you,” I whispered.

for you,”

to the collar of the jacket. There, I smelled Nicholas’s comforting, masculine

under that… faint… was the smell of

Bridget.

andisturbed by his insults.

being a traitor to a

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