Chapter 960 He's Handsome

• Skye
• The street outside Abby’s favorite nightclub is washed in shades of hazy blue and green. It’s a frigid night, and we’re both bundled to the chin as we approach, slipping through the heavy front door and into the long hallway lined with lockers. Abby skips ahead to pay the cover charge while I open and shut lockers to find an empty one.
• My twin brothers visited Aurorium and the university last year in the dead of winter, just after Solstice. Having grown up in Moonrise, they were shocked by the idea of having to shed layers every time they stepped into a store or restaurant, but after years of this, I’ve grown used to it. Wearing thick boots in a club? That still feels weird, but when it’s negative forty, there’s no way around it.