SAMANTHA
The grand hall was packed.
Women stood in rows, dozens of them. Some I recognized. Most I did not. New faces. Fresh arrivals. Women who had been brought in after Leslie's banishment. They were younger, prettier and more desperate.
I still chose to stand amongst them even though it was clearly said to me that even though I didn't want to participate in the Luna Hunt games, it was optional.
I stood near the back. My hands were clasped in front of me. My knees were shaking and my heart was pounding. I didn't want them to single me out and talk about how my blood claimed Darlington's beast or worse, ask me to perform any kind of sexual action on any prince.
I hated attention normally. I just wanted to go hide somewhere.
