Chapter 68

The cold air made her hair flutter. It was long, not the impulsively cut hair she got after she finished her third year. The old dilapidated church that hadn’t yet been reconstructed and would be soon in a few months. The janitor that slept on the bench soundlessly on a repetitive schedule.

If it weren’t for Shane who stood in front of her she would’ve thought everything to do with Emperors and Magic had just been a dream.