“I swear on the Moon Goddess, if I see one more poster of me photoshopped riding a unicorn into a council meeting, I’m going to murder Lisa.”

Celeste held up the offending scroll, complete with glittery ink, dramatic font, and a highly inaccurate depiction of her in a flowing cape that read: Vote Celeste: She Fights Like a Queen, Rules Like a Savage.

Hunter tried to stifle his grin. He failed. “They really captured your good side,” he said, sipping his tea.

She narrowed her eyes. ...