“Don’t tell me the mayor also knew about you?” I questioned, arms knitted behind my back.

            We are trekking through the forest; the same pathway where he led me that night of February 29th .

            But Tyler only smirked at my query in a way that I only see Cersei Lannister of HBO’s Game of Thrones did.

            “We are the one who put him there,” he breathed.

            “We?” My brows met. “So it’s the Trinity Alphas then who put Mayor Winterwood in his current seat,” I remarked.

            The youngest Moonstorm only shrugged, eyes darting to the heavens. The waxing moon has now awakened, bathing the sky in its silver light.

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