Page 88 of Luna Trials
“This is a call from Holton Penitentiary…”
“For the love of the Goddess, I accept.”
I held the phone like a tether to the outside world, needing a sense of normal in the craziness that had become my life. So what if my normal was a best friend calling from prison? It still made more sense than what was going on inside my body and head.
“You made it to the nesting trial! How did you set it up?” Clara shrieked into the phone.
“I can’t give you details on that.” Tears sprung to my eyes as I thought of how dumb this all was. I was losing it and definitely needed a nap.
“Oh, sweetie. What’s wrong?” Clara stopped yelling, though someone behind her yelped as she probably shoved them back.
I swallowed down my emotions, trying to get a grip. “Nothing. I’m okay. Did you find any information on Ranger yet?”
“Mmmm. Ranger.” Clara panted into the phone. “He is a hottie for sure.”
A possessive growl tore through my lips.
“Wow. Okay. So Ranger is off limits.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure it isn’t.” Clara giggled. “You won’t mind if I hit him up then?”
I growled again.
“Well that settles that.” Clara struggled not to laugh. “I haven’t been able to find out anything else about him, but I’ll keep digging in a completely platonic way for you. Is that cool with your wolf?”
I caught myself nodding and realized I had to answer out loud. “Um. Sure. That would be okay.”
“Is he the reason why you’re crying though? Hot or not, I’ll cut him for you.”
I smiled despite the situation. “No. Yes. I don’t know. My head is a mess and I don’t think I can do this much longer.”
“Why the hell not? Did you see the last two episodes? The country loves you babe.”
“We’re not supposed to watch the show.” And I was grateful for it now. “But I’m not sure the popular vote is going to keep carrying me. None of the Alphas want me here.”
“Yeah. That’s strange,” Clara’s voice trailed off as she hushed someone behind her. “Have you tried to flirt with any of them?”
Flirt? Ha.
“I wore a nice dress and smiled the other day,” I offered.
I could hear Clara roll her eyes. “I know it’s hard, but at least try to act like you want to be there. And I have an idea to help with the popular vote.”
“I’m not sure calling in is going to help. Stef didn’t make the popular vote cutoff,” I said, thinking of where Stef’s ranking sat.
“Please. Like any of us voted for Stefanie.”
“Time’s up,” one of the guards said.
I groaned. “Call me later, okay?”
*
“We need to talk.”
Just what I wanted to hear, Trenton’s voice in my head first thing in the morning.