The rain poured relentlessly, drenching me as I soared through the storm-filled sky. My cloak, woven with weatherproof enchantments, kept me dry everywhere except for my hair, which clung to my face in heavy, dripping strands. The cold air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it—I had only one thought in mind.
By the time I reached Rune's bedroom balcony, my hair was completely soaked, droplets tracing a cold path down my neck and spine. I barely had time to shake off the chill before I saw him enter his room. His steps were quick, his shoulders tense with barely restrained fury. I stayed outside, watching as he dismissed the servants with a clipped tone, waiting until the door finally shut behind them.
Then, I knocked on the glass.
Rune's head snapped toward the balcony, his eyes widening in shock. I reached up, disabling my invisibility spell, and the moment I came into view, he gasped.
"Reina?!"
