For five years I had managed, with all my might, to keep my distance from our family estate, Využhkholl—but now there’s no choice. Ahead lies a family celebration, and with it comes a question of inheritance. The task sounds simple enough: get through three days without snapping, even though with my temperament it’s practically a feat. Most importantly, I must not clash with the eldest in the family, nor latch onto the audacious green eyes of one especially irritating type. And there’s still the Christmas tree! I need to find the tree that someone has stolen, convinced of their own immortality.