Although it was night, the sky outside remained grayish.
Yusha stood by the window of his room, staring blankly at the snow. It looked pretty—innocent—unstained by anything. Yet if a single drop of blood were to fall onto it, the white would be ruined at once, its original colour forgotten.
Perhaps that was why Yusha liked to refer to snowflakes as the forgotten frost.
"So this is where you have been."
A familiar voice came from behind.
Yusha flinched and slowly turned to face Liam, who was panting. He had clearly run all the way here.
The omega's gaze darted across the room, searching for Ren—or anyone he could ask for help—but no one was there. He swallowed hard and instinctively stepped backward, only to collide with the cold glass.
Chills ran down his spine—not from the cold, but from the fear of seeing Liam in his room. He wasn't supposed to be here.
Not when he was in the Imperial General's mansion.
How did he get in?
