Kyloria wasn't as cold as Aethelburg.
Although snow covered everything, the delicate flakes were light and thin. When Felix Preston pressed his hand firmly into a drift, the snow melted in his palm.
He tilted his head back to look at the dim yellow streetlight, and the white mist of his breath clouded his eyes with every exhale.
"Preston." Riley Chase, standing beside him, patted his shoulder. "Don't worry so much," he said soothingly. "Since that Willow Quincy came for someone specific, Charlotte definitely won't be harmed. Relax. We'll definitely find her."
"...Yeah." Felix Preston responded quietly, a short, tight smile tugging at his lips. "I know. I'm not worried about Charlotte getting hurt. I'm just afraid Willow Quincy will move her somewhere else."
"Have you searched all over Misty Peak Mountain? Did you find any suspicious villas?"
