Crash!
The spot where they had been standing exploded with a deafening shatter. A massive pillar of ice drove straight through the liquor cabinet, bottles bursting apart in a cascade of glass and amber. The scent of alcohol flooded the air, sharp and intoxicating.
And then, she felt it. A familiar levo, cold and biting.
At the first flicker of that familiar levo, Serein's eyes widened toward the window. Beyond the pale blur of moonlight and the flickering neon haze, a figure landed on the balcony, wrapped in an aura colder than a blizzard's heart.
Zane.
He stepped through the broken glass, each crunch beneath his boots like the crack of frozen bones. His right hand swept downward, ice forming instantly, crawling across his arm until it shaped into a claw of gleaming frost. His eyes burned with glacial fury as he spoke through clenched teeth, his voice slicing the air like a blade.
"Deimos. Let her go."
