Bast purses her lips. ”If Winter becomes a US citizen, then becomes a parliament member, she can add an amendment for the right to be withheld from manipulates dreams.” ‘Oh don’t you dare drag me into this!’ ’Too late.’
Bast shrugs. ”Whatever.” Winter takes over and she shakes her head a little from the forced regaining of control. She gives Charlie a desperate look. “Please don’t do this. I’ll never hear the end of it. Ever.”
" because there's a way to resist it I just need to figure it out and it's funny because your version of your mom making you do something is different then mine "
Winter raises an eyebrow. “And you died..” she smiles. “I started a musical empire when I was 16, and it sounds like nothing but this is when I had no endorsements, no sponsors, and the music industry is pretty brutal. In fact, I wonder how you’d handle it..”
Charlie shrugs " I would fail and yes I died but it's kind of hard not to when you're cavalry and your horse dies and you run out of ammo then your fighting one person and another stabs you from behind"