"Are you so eager to die?"
I paused, my arms raised to pounce at Greta. A chilling layer of frost fell upon us all. The temperature dropped as a sudden barricade of clouds darkened the sky. Before any one of us could make a move, an intensely suffocating force made us struggle for each individual breath.
Kristine's fingers on my wrist tightened. I looked back at her to see her shocked expression. But she wasn't looking at me. Following her gaze, I turned to my left. And my heart skipped a beat.
Standing at the exit in a vintage trench coat was Aaron Thorne.
His dark brown hair had a few droplets of water. Despite the originally sunny day, he was dressed like a prince from a Christmas romance novel. Moreover, there were a six men stationed at his sides.
Behind me, Kristine almost swoon
