Page 95 of Luna Trials
“Canary?” His brow furrowed as he picked up his glass again. “Oh. Ha. Ha. A cat joke. How original.”
I thought it was funny. “So what is it? Woman or man problems?”
“Both.” He sighed. “I’ll be alright though. There’s never been a time I didn’t land on my feet. But you know what always makes me feel better?”
I wasn’t sure I liked the way his eyes gleamed when he looked at me. “A nap?”
“No. Dress up. I’m going to turn you into my masterpiece for the final event.”
Yay.
Not.
“About that… Do we really have to do the final trial alone? I’ve never been great at being the center of attention.”
“That’s only because you’ve never worn the right dress before.” A grin spread across his face.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “Alright, but apparently it can’t be blue.”
“Who says?” He finished the rest of his cocktail as I cringed.
“Genie.”
Jesse’s pupils turned into slits as his cat flashed in his eyes and his claws extended around the empty glass. “I am going to murder that bitch.”
*
“Um, what’s going on?”
The crew standing outside my door turned the cameras toward me as I exited the elevator.
“Mail call.” Molly stood back watching as a few of the security team stacked boxes in the hall.
“This is a joke, right?” I stared in disbelief at the overflowing box of envelopes on top of the stack.
Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you’re going to pull a stunt like this at least own it. Take a few steps back and try your surprised face again.”
Oh. Right. The cameras.
I nodded and did as I was told, hoping it wasn’t too over the top. “Is this all for me?”
“And cut.” Molly stepped over the box, sneering as if it offended her. “Snail mail. Gross. This better not start something new. I don’t have the budget to hire postal workers.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what is happening.” I picked up a box and started digging through the envelopes. The familiar postage mark on a few of them drew my attention.
“Who are they from?” one of the cameramen asked.
I kicked open the door and shoved the boxes inside, stopping to smile over my shoulder at the camera. “I’m not completely sure yet, but I can’t wait to read them.”
*
Sitting on the sofa surrounded by piles of envelopes, I started laughing. Finally, I found the one I was looking for with the hastily scrawled lettering from the girl whose brain worked faster than her hands or mouth could keep up with.
Half these idiots don’t know how to write.
You’re a horrible teacher.
Miss you, but don’t come back.