I make my way back to the bonfire and go straight for the cooler again. Despite the feeling like I might
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Dakota?” Lionel asks. He just happens to be Clary’s Chief of Police and the head of the rescue team who’ve been searching these mountains for my father for the past three days. Missing. It sounds damn near impossible.
We’re Wilders, after all. Searcher royalty, if there was such a thing. We’re not the go-up-into-the-mountains-and-don’t-come-back type.
Chief of Police are most likely skewed on account of everyone in Clary hating us.
Trust me, when a renowned treasure hunter goes missing,
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