Elene tightened her fist around the piece of paper, glaring up at the dark, stormy sky. The day had been gloomy but clear when she left the third prince’s residence. Now, thanks to the sudden wind, it was rapidly turning into a nightmare.
Another fat raindrop hit her face, and she gritted her teeth, holding back a curse as she quickened her pace. Of all days, the weather had to betray her on the one day she could leave the residence alone. At least her destination wasn’t far, so there was a chance to reach it before it started pouring. That was, if this was even the right place.
The drizzle increased, and Elene broke into a jog, tucking the crumpled piece of paper into her jacket's inner pocket. It still reeked of those damn flowers—a smell she’d finally managed to shake off in the last
