Moxie's POV
After hanging out with Quince, I decided that I had to inform George. I was so excited and wanted to see what his reaction would be like. I wanted to tell him in person. Not over a call, not through a message, not reduced to something that could be skimmed and responded to later. It felt too big for that, too important to be anything other than something we shared face to face. So I went to where I knew he would be.
The pass he’d given me sat between my fingers as I stepped out of the cab, turning it slightly as I looked up at the arena, the structure larger than it felt in memory, or maybe I just hadn’t noticed it properly before.
“Don’t overthink it,” I muttered under my breath, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I moved toward the entrance.
The guard barely glanced at
