Chapter 19 Nineteen

• WINTER
• I swear, Nath is the smartest man alive. Note to self: never play chess with this man. He’s terrifying. The way he flipped that punch Mike gave him into a weapon? Genius. I almost want to send him a thank-you card: Dear Nath, thank you for being so unbothered and so annoyingly brilliant. Yours sarcastically, Winter.
• When Mike dragged him aside earlier, I pretended to wander off…but hello? I’m Winter. I don’t wander off. I lurk. I eavesdrop. My ears might as well have a PhD in selective listening.