The carriage rolled to a halt before a towering manor carved from pale stone, Olivia stared at it through the frosted window, her breath fogging the glass.
It was colder here. She stepped out slowly, her boots crunching softly on the powdered snow. The manor loomed above reaching the clouds. But it was deathly silent and cold.
Her last meeting with Rhistel flashed in her mind. His cold eyes had stared at her like a predator had pierced through her. like he already knew what she was. That short encounter had left her shaking for days. And now…
She looked around, expecting to see him waiting near the grand doors and prepared herself for the impact, but when she walked closer, she was stunned to see that he wasn't there.
