Chapter 68

• There are even skid marks where she has been running and sliding in them. My eyes rise to find Sammy and Willow, who are standing with wide eyes in silence, horrified and clearly unsure what to say about the catastrophe in front of us. The cat appears through the white snow covered in the white balls, hundreds of them now stuck to his fur.
• I can’t help it. I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.
• “This is not funny, Miss Brielle,” Julian barks.