Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.

After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

“I spent the evening cooking a feast.

Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.

Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.

His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

“Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.

He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension.

Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain.

know in two days

Waylen was smoking quietly.

elusive in

this dream, and what did it

of concern, for Rena, and for the life they

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frustration grew, manifesting in the ashtray overflowing

was

breath of solace, the door creaked,

embrace, the soft

against him, Waylen felt the

encircled his waist, and she

“Waylen, what’s troubling you?”

embodied an innocent vulnerability

was quiet

done

into his

the slender strap of her silk nightgown, a contrast to

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wear this on purpose?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with a

capturing his

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