Riel had been minding his own business, doing his best to ignore the snow and the biting weather, when a snowball landed right between his hairline and the neckline of his jacket. It shattered on the impact, oozing down his clothes across his skin, and he hissed and ducked on instinct. It was a good instinct, too. Another snowball whizzed right past the stop where he’d been standing. Maybe it wouldn’t have landed right in his face, but Riel was glad that he didn’t have to find out the h...