150 Curse of the fire god

The sky was dim and coming very close to nightfall.

The imperial city was a sizable metropolis that would take at least two days to leave but the carriage traveled through an ice forest, which was formerly a warm, green springs woods. It was also a fast route out of the capital.

While the sounds of the trotting horses, the scratches of the carriage wheels meeting the rough snowed floor and the sound of Vladmir and Sasha arguing, Ophelia and Nikolai remained silent.

Ophelia, who was inadvertently caressing her neck, caught Nikolai's attention repeatedly. Her neck was as smooth as it was supposed to be but she was lost in her thoughts.

His eyes took note of her insignificant, somewhat tense motions. She kept biting her lower lip, her fingers were pressed against the side of her neck, and there was a slight flicker of fire in the corners of her hazel-gray eyes.

Those motions.