The curtains fluttered, and the icy winter breeze blew into the room. Abrielle's brows pulled together, her body shuddered..the cold wind gave her goosebumps.
Her eyes slowly opened, a frown visible on her face as she stared at the open window in front of her, and she was more annoyed by the empty bed.
Cedric didn't return last night. She has indeed chased him away. She groggily sat up on the bed rubbing her eyes. She was exhausted to the bones.
Abrielle just sat staring at the window for an immeasurable amount of time thinking about the story Yuki told her. Her mind pondered his tale, the way his voice faltered.
She wondered if the story was true. Why did she resonate with the story so much?
A soft knock from the door drew her attention from her wandering thoughts. A soft voice followed before the door opened.
