The Underworld Trials of Luna
Orion asks, quite calm and orderly, the utter contrast to my complete discomposure.
“What?”
“Your talent,” Orion says, grinning. “I have a feeling you’re not going to send that card back. So? Just tell me.” He shrugs. “I’ll make sure we get you on the list.”
“Piano,” I breathe, saying the first thing that comes to mind. And what is, honestly, my only real talent. “I’ll play the piano.”
“Well, that’s a surprise,” Orion says, taking a step away from me and letting his eyes sweep over me, head to foot. “Have a good day, Juniper Sinclair.”