Until a familiar face stood up and my world turned upside down. It was Subway-Mate. I tried to inconspicuously slide down in my seat, attempting to make myself smaller so that no one would see me. So that he wouldn’t see me. How could it be my luck that he would be a candidate in this shitshow election? Then it dawned on me. He just got up from the fae syndicate table. He was . . . In a panic, I looked over at Sam and she stared at my subway-mate with eyes wide. Her lips parted slightly in shock.
