#Chapter6

: Draped Glaze

I felt someone’s dark shadow looming over me and so I swiftly turned around to meet the very grey mischievous eyes of Norah Fitcherburt. I was too busy being shocked to actually breathe.

Norah didn’t show up the next day like she promised, and not the day after the next day. So I assumed that she had decided to have nothing to do with a weird Winter sprite, like she preferred to describe.

“Wha-What are you doing here?” I asked, sucking in a deep breath. I never pegged myself to be this jumpy.

“What do you mean by what I’m doing here. Obviously, I’m here because...