Time kept passing. Weeks slipped by, yet neither the Frost Princess nor the Crimson Prince returned to class, even after their granted three-week absence had long expired.
Jasmine walked down the academy corridors, ignoring the glances cast her way. She held back a sigh.
Just earlier, she had gone to Azriel's room, only for Amaya and Iryndra to inform her that he wasn't there. In fact, he hadn't returned for an entire week. Naturally, that would have been worrying—if not for the fact that they already knew exactly where he was.
So after that, Jasmine decided to go see him herself.
She had been buried under an avalanche of work—as the heiress of the Crimson Clan, the student council president, and being the leader of her own faction. It was only recently that she had found the time to look into the rumors that had been swirling around her little brother. Even her best friend had seemingly gone missing from her room for some reason.
