Borrowed Warmth

The rain grew heavier, and the corridor was almost flooded.

Genevieve tugged at the scarf around her, surprised that the weather in Valerion was this cold. She fell into a daze after standing still, recalling the 'Mr. Prescott' she heard earlier…

As usual, she didn't feel anything when she heard the surname. That said, she knew the 'Mr. Prescott' from tonight was different from the person she had