Morpheus held Persephone's small hand tightly all the way. The evening breeze carried a hint of moisture, shrouding her mind like a mist.

Upon returning home, Morpheus dove straight into the kitchen.

Persephone peeked, catching sight of his broad back and busy demeanor. A wave of complexity washed over her. She had cooled down by now, and the sequence of events threaded together like beads in her mind.

Someone aimed to harm her, plotting her demise, with even those privy to her whereabouts beforehand tampering with the ship...

And how could this person, unless intimately familiar with her, know so much?

Persephone's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a fog clouded her vision, making it hard to discern her surroundings.

"Here, try this." Morpheus emerged from the kitchen in no time, presenting a small bowl of rose jelly.

The jelly, sprinkled with raisins and crushed peanuts, revealed beautiful rose petals beneath its crystalclear surface. She was surprised, meeting his gaze.

it," he said softly. "The jelly should have chilled

sat motionless on

sat beside her and gently encircled her shoulders. His presence always brought her comfort, but she felt

eating, you can rest. I'll

words morphed at the tip of her tongue. "Do you want me to

comprehending where her words came from. He softly caressed her hair. "I only hope you'll be

against his shoulder, gently closing her eyes. She had a long dream, sometimes vivid and colorful, at other times a chaotic battlefield. As she frantically searched for someone, he emerged from a pile of bodies, drenched in

the bright sky. The morning sunlight streamed into the room, accompanied

if the explosion from last night hadn't

her head, got up, and walked

breakfast when

door and peered through the peephole, seeming hesitant for a moment

you okay after last night? I thought you were still at the police station,

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