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.

Where is Eva? Where is Candace?

The second we break the edge of the crowd, he picks up his rant ...