The Elite (Selection)

whoever Aspen chose if I stayed with Maxon?
    As I got into bed and turned out the light, I reminded myself that it was my decision to be here. Aspen may have asked, and my mother may have pushed, but no one forced me to fill out the form for the Selection.
    Whatever was coming, I’d just face it. I’d have to.

CHAPTER 23
    I CURTSIED TO THE QUEEN as I walked into the dining room, but she didn’t notice. I looked over to Elise, who was the only one already there, and she merely shrugged. I sat down as Natalie and Celeste entered and were equally ignored; and finally Kriss arrived, sitting next to me but keeping her eyes on Queen Amberly. The queen seemed to be in her own world, staring at the floor or occasionally glancing at Maxon’s and the king’s chairs as if something was wrong.
    The butlers began serving food, and most of the girls started eating; but Kriss kept watch on the head table.
    “Do you know what’s going on?” I whispered.
    Kriss sighed and turned to me. “Elise called her family to get some insight into what was happening and to have her relatives meet Maxon and the king once they got to New Asia. But Elise’s family says they never arrived.”
    “They never came?”
    Kriss nodded. “The weird thing is, the king called when they landed, and he and Maxon both spoke with Queen Amberly. They’re fine, and they told her they were in New Asia; but Elise’s family kept saying they never showed.”
    I scrunched my forehead, trying to understand. “What does that all mean?”
    “I don’t know,” she confessed. “They say they’re there, so how could they not be? It doesn’t make sense.”
    “Huh,” I said, not sure of what else to add. Why would Elise’s family not know they were there? What if, maybe, they weren’t actually in New Asia? Where could they be?
    Kriss leaned closer to me. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about,” she whispered. “Could we go for a walk in the gardens after breakfast?”
    “Of course,” I answered, eager to hear what she knew.
    We both ate quickly. I wasn’t sure what she’d found out, but if she wanted to talk outside, there was clearly a need for secrecy. The queen was so distracted, she barely even noticed as we left.
    Stepping into the sunlit gardens felt wonderful. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been out here,” I said, closing my eyes and lifting my face to the sun.
    “You usually come with Maxon, right?”
    “Mm-hmm.” A second later, I wondered how she knew that. Was it common knowledge?
    I cleared my throat. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
    She stopped under the shade of a tree and turned to face me. “I think you and I should talk about Maxon.”
    “What about him?”
    She fidgeted. “Well, I had prepared myself to lose. I think we all had, except for maybe Celeste. It was obvious, America. He wanted you. And then everything with Marlee happened, and it changed.”
    I wasn’t quite sure what to say. “So, are you just telling me you’re sorry for moving to the top or something?”
    “No!” she said emphatically. “I can see he still cares about you. I’m not blind. I’m only saying, I think you and I might be neck and neck at this point. I like you. I think you’re a really great person, and I don’t want for things to get ugly, however it turns out.”
    “So this is …?”
    She clasped her hands in front of her, trying to think of the right words. “This is me offering to be completely honest about my relationship with Maxon. And I’m hoping you’ll do the same.”
    I crossed my arms and went for the one question I’d been dying to ask. “When did you two get so close?”
    Her eyes got a little dreamy, and she toyed with a piece of her light-brown hair. “I guess right after everything with Marlee. It probably sounds stupid, but I made him a card. That’s what I always did back home when my friends were sad. Anyway, he loved it. He said no one had given him a present yet.”
    What? Oh. Wow. After everything he’d done for me, had I really never done anything for him in return?
    “He was so happy, he asked me to sit with him awhile in his room and—”
    “You’ve seen his room?” I asked, shocked.
    “Yes, haven’t you?”
    My silence was all the answer she needed.
    “Oh,” she said awkwardly. “Well, you’re not missing anything. It’s dark, and there’s a gun rack, and then he has this mess of pictures on the wall. It’s nothing special,” she promised, waving it