I practically sprinted across the boundary line and into our territory. There was a constant, repetitive thought coursing through me, fueling me: So much to do. So much to do.
Trace kept pace but I could tell he was reeling from what had happened. I was to. But I'd made a decision and I would need to stick to it.
Loyalty to me team, not my fathers. Loyalty to a cause. This called for change. Was I really ready to be the one to bring that about?
It was still dark when we reached the falls, but I pivoted in my spot and grabbed Trace by the shoulders, urging him to listen to me. To trust me. "Call a meeting with the juniors. Pick the time and the place, I don't care. Be there with me when I tell them about this."
Trace hasn't stopped panting since we left the estate. He looked bombarded
