‘…Is she still not fully awake?’ He knew his other half best, and yet there were times he truly couldn’t fathom her.
Hurrying after her with a sigh, Gyeon Riok snagged the pom-pom on Jio’s hat and gave it a quick tug.
“Gyeon Jioh, what are you doing. In an unfamiliar place, be polite—Dad…”
‘Don’t say that.’
“…You learned this at school. Did you forget?” Jio stared blankly at him. Eyes like an innocent little rascal. In them there was nothing of the loss or pain the boy was feeling now.
Thank goodness.
As long as Jio was all right, nothing else mattered.
Gyeon Riok bit his lower lip and was about to speak again when—
KwAANG—!
A sudden loud bang sounded behind them. It was the wide-open front door slamming shut. At the same time, the window curtains all clamped their mouths shut in unison.
Outsiders were pressed outward by a wordless force, and the mansion’s servants bowed their heads deep.
From somewhere came a beast’s cry, or perhaps a keening like someone sobbing in a ghostly wail, all mixed together.
Gyeon Riok noticed the shadow at his feet growing long. He…