She stood there with her arms crossed against her chest, her green eyes looking at every person who walked near the church while also keeping an eye on the busy streets. With the church placed almost at the centre, Elizabeth waited with bated breath, dreading the demoness would show up.
Ten minutes had passed since her sister Madeline, and the High House member had stepped into the church, and she stood outside here with Raphael. Her fingers tapped on her opposite arm. The wind carried the snowflakes, a lone flake coming in front of Beth and she tried to catch hold of it in the palm of her hand. The moment the snowflake touched her palm, flashes of a small girl standing with blood-covered hands while another girl lying on the ground appeared in front of her eyes.
She dropped the snowflake, doubting if Winter would ever be the same again for her.
