#Chapter 58 Caleb Dawson

Matt’s POV Grace seemed nervous. I didn’t know what it meant for her to return to Frost Pelt, or what remained of Frost Pelt, but I knew the lack of expression on her face was a trained response. I watched her, searching for some sign of what she was thinking. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes, “You must have made quite the deal. Who are you going to be meeting with?” I glanced at Renda who was looking out the window. It was purposeful. There was a secret between them involving Frost Pelt. Maybe Renda had already found out Grace’s story. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I considered Grace’s question. There was something in the way she phrased it that told me she didn’t plan to be there. “We’re meeting with the master distiller.” She nodded, sitting back in her seat, “It’ll be cold. I don’t know if either of you is prepared for how cold it will be.” “No worries. The master distiller is also the deputy of exports for the pack. He and his assistant will be