#Chapter 567: True Luna

Olivia

I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity.

“It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.”

I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.”

And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response.

For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched.

Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease