The Luna Choosing Game

) Chapter 0506 I “Veronica!” I shouted with excitement I and, holding the coconut, rushed closer to her side. “You did that so easily!” I Veronica did not seem to mirror my level of joy. In fact, she seemed utterly dissatisfied, frowning at herself. Her breaths were shallow. She seemed winded.

“It’s not good enough,” she grumbled.

I sat down at her side and watched her curiously. “How can you say that? You are getting so much better, and in sucha short amount of time.” She shook her head and reiterated, “Still not good enough. Just doing this, right now, has taken so much out of me. I can only imagine how taxing it must be to teleport an actual person, let alone a person and myself.”

I When Hawk had escaped the palace with \ Jane, he had been able to sneak himself onto the palace grounds, likely { I teleporting, and then immediately teleported again, this time with Jane in I tow.

I “He’s likely been teleporting his entire life,” I said. “You just started to train.” “I need to get better,” Veronica said. “I need to catch up to his skill. If we ever face him... that might be our only chance of taking him down.” Her words give me pause. Face... Hawk? Leader of the Underground Organization? Did Veronica really think we would need to do that? Though, given her background as an escapee from the underground organization, I supposed I couldn’t blame her, I too saw shadows around every corner. And I knew that as soon as I left the palace, Elva and I could be in danger.

. Iwas more comfortable now in my ability I to protect us, what with my wolf restored, but it was still unnerving. If the I underground came for Elva in large 1 numbers, I didn’t know if I would be I enough to keep them all at bay.

\ [would have felt much more comfortable if we could destroy the underground organization, but I didn’t dare dream we would have the power. With Jane's defeat, and my wolf restored, I felt we at least crippled them.

Jane. God, when was the last time I had given thought to my sister? She had tried so desperately to kill me, to kill Elva. I couldn’t fool myself into thinking that she cared for either of us, as 1 had once been so desperate to do.

But her hatred of me did not change my feelings for her. To me, she would always be that pig-tailed little girl who followed me around. I hated that now, to protect Elva and myself, if I saw her again, I'd

I likely have to fight her. And I wouldn’t be \ able to hold back, knowing she would not grant me the same curtesy. \ I I wished things could be different. I never \ wanted to hurt my twin sister.

I Icouldn’t help but wonder where she was now, or what she was doing. How was she living her life? Was she safe? None of it should matter to me, not after what she'd done.

But I couldn't help but care about her. I feared I always would. Even if I never saw her again. Even if I lived to be one- hundred. I'd be an old lady in a nursing home and I’d wonder where my sister was. I'd mourn her if she was dead. It would pain me to not know where her gravesite was.

made it sound like a promise. She didn’t have to make any vows to Ime, but she

her so. Veronica was set in her } ways. “I'll be ready when the time comes.” I

Veronica was so certain.

She was usually

for the inevitable reunion with

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sometimes, when he thought no one would

returned I downstairstoa cocktail and a \ I comfortable cushioned chair on the

Bridget sail out on the water. The anchor was down. It was just drifting out there, rocking back and forth on

see the deck. I had no sense of where

their unhappiness, but my heart secretly, treacherously

and watch the waves carry the boat up and down. I became lost in them, the gentle rise and fall. It was easier than thinking about anything

in his hand and took a long swig. I was i I grateful for his presence, happy for the I

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unpleasant for you.” “Not half as much as it must be for you, trust

of his beer, longer this time, and then spoke again. “What Bridget