Chapter 363 - 362. In The Name Of Family (3)
The rain poured relentlessly, drenching me as I soared through the storm-filled sky. My cloak, woven with weatherproof enchantments, kept me dry everywhere except for my hair, which clung to my face in heavy, dripping strands. The cold air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it—I had only one thought in mind.
By the time I reached Rune’s bedroom balcony, my hair was completely soaked, droplets tracing a cold path down my neck and spine. I barely had time to shake off the chill before I saw him enter his room. His steps were quick, his shoulders tense with barely restrained fury. I stayed outside, watching as he dismissed the servants with a clipped tone, waiting until the door finally shut behind them.
Then, I knocked on the glass.
Rune’s head snapped toward the balcony, his eyes widening in shock. I reached up, disabling my invisibility spell, and the moment I came into view, he gasped.
"Reina?!"
I used telekinesis to unlatch the balcony doors and stepped inside, the storm still howling behind me. Rune was already rushing toward me, his expression shifting from surprise to frustration as he took in my rain-drenched state.
"Wait—you’re dripping wet! Were you out in this storm?!" He ran his gaze up and down, assessing me for any signs of discomfort.
I shook my head, droplets flying from my hair. "It’s fine," I reassured him. "I just didn’t have my hood up, so my hair got wet. I’m dry otherwise."
The idea I had back in Frosthail—designing a heat-resistant cloak—had eventually led me to create a weatherproof fabric, which now made up most of my clothing. It would hit the markets soon, but that wasn’t important right now.
Rune wasn’t convinced, though. He had already grabbed a towel, his worry overriding his previous anger. "Gosh, Reina! How could you be out in a storm like this?" He reached up to dab at my hair.
I sighed, channeling a small pulse of mana to lift the excess water from my strands. With a flick of my fingers, I redirected the droplets into the potted plant near his desk. Rune huffed but didn’t protest further as I placed my hands firmly on his shoulders, rooting him in place.