บท 235: To dry you

Music Recommendation: Define Dancing - Thomas Newman

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"ACHOO!" 

Emily sneezed. Although her hair had stopped dripping, it was still wet, as were her clothes. The scarf around her neck felt heavy, so she unwrapped it from her shoulders. 

"Such a delicate darling," Raylen murmured, and Emily shot a glare at him. 

"If you didn't have stalkers of your own and hadn't pushed me into the lake, I would have been just fine," Emily complained. Her nose tingled, not only from the cold water but also because the atmosphere was growing colder with every passing second as snowflakes continued to fall around them. Her eyes darted to the dead man on the ground as they moved away from him.

Raylen clicked his tongue and quipped, "There's no need to be jealous that I have followers, Princess. I am sure you will have your fair share of them soon enough."