CHAPTER THREE
Blizzard paced back and forth before the Meeting Room table, her arms folded behind her back and her mouth turned down in a worried frown that was starting to get more and more permanent. Every now and then she’d heard the doors to the Meeting Room open and she’d look up to see if Bolt was back, only to discover to her disappointment that it was someone else. There had been several fake outs like that since Bolt had been summoned to the Tower of Heroes and each time Blizzard’s blood pressure spiked, which wasn’t good for her, but until Bolt got back and let them know what the Leadership Council wanted, Blizzard would not be able to relax.
I hope, I hope, I hope that they voted for him, Blizzard thought, rubbing her forehead as she paced back and forth. Why hasn’t he contact
