Chapter 152 Tradition
- Hollis
- “We will not discuss this in public.” Father scowls at the chaos of the crowd then turns and storms out.
- Like a dog on a fucking leash, I chase after him with the rest of the Snowcrest delegates. My ears are ringing, my heart’s damn near pounded itself to mush against my ribcage, and my eyes burn from a night spent awake. I can barely think about any of that.