Chapter 388: Gone with the Wind

Winter/Sylthara~

The door slammed shut behind Nicholas, and the sound reverberated through my chest like a death knell. For a split second, I just stood there, frozen in the wreckage of my true form—horns curling from my head, skin glowing with that unnatural pallor, shadows whispering around me like loyal pets. Then it hit. The pain. Oh gods, the pain.