Chapter 442 The Kind of Love He Can’t Have

Rain poured down like a falling galaxy, drumming hard against the café’s windows—but not a single drop left a trace. The protective barrier surrounding the building didn’t just block sound—it swallowed every physical impact.

Killian gripped the umbrella handle. He could still smell the lingering lily-of-the-valley scent in the air… but no trace of Voren’s frostborne pheromones. The barrier was sea