The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0305

“It’s not a fault to be dependable,” I said.

“It is if it makes you immovable. You have to be more willing to be wrong.”

I closed my mouth and glared at him. As usual, my sharp looks seemed to bounce right off of him without taking hold.

“Come on,” Julian began walking. He didn’t look back, expecting me to fall in line behind. him. Damn him, I needed to, for Piper’s sake, so I did. “We can’t keep our dear uncle waiting.”

Together, Julian and I walked out of the palace and toward the guard barracks. In the basement beneath their facility was a type of prison. Julian jokingly called it, ‘the dungeon,‘ though that title wasn’t far from the truth.

It had been built long ago and though lighting and plumbing had been added later, it still maintained a certain level of castle dungeon aesthetic: thick stone walls, iron bars, chains on the walls. The interrogation rooms were once torture rooms, though no torture took place

now.

At least, none that I was privy to know about. I had suspicions though.

a special cell at the end of the long, narrow hall. His cell was dimly lit, with only a bulb light on the

him like this. I’d never seen the man in

Terry said, distain dripping from his voice like poison. “What the hell more could you

Julian much faster than

off Jane,” Julian said. “Before Piper gets hurt.”

who was sitting on the floor, dropped his head back against the wall. “Jane went for her head, did she? I imagined she would. It was only my lust for the girl that kept her safe

Her. Off,” I said now, adding

glanced at me incredulously, and then laughed –

sharply. He was losing his patience too, it seemed.

are, thinking I have any say over what Jane does.” Terry’s laugh ebbed, though the mockery remained in the patronizing lilt of his tone.

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the words slicing through me. Jane is…? How could that be?

I supposed it made sense. Per the letter welcoming Terry to the underground, his admittance had been rather recent. More recent than Jane,

a wayward crowd at a young age. She’d had