Persephone knew this place better than the bodyguards.

An inexplicable hesitation gripped the bodyguards when they reached the street, causing them to falter in following her.

Persephone seized the chance and made a quick move to lose them. She sprinted toward a convenience store, deftly navigating through a couple of turns until she reached Morpheus' place.

There, she encountered Wynn, who appeared in a rush as he descended the stairs.

"Sephy?" he greeted her with surprise and joy before swiftly becoming alert, pulling her behind him. After a cautious glance around, he whispered, "Nobody is following you, right?"

"No!" she replied, panting. "How's Morpheus? Did Seamus come?!"

"Seamus?" Wynn was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. "Seamus didn't come, but Morpheus isn't doing great..."

"What happened to him?"

"His old wounds were still healing from the fight with Louis. He barely won the fight. Now, with new wounds on top of the old ones, he..."

Persephone rushed toward Morpheus' house, oblivious to everything else.

Bandages covered the upper half of his body, saturated in

had reopened and become infected,

face as she approached

managing a forced smile. "He'll be happy if

"I'd like to—"

"I'll bring

nodded, holding

the night to care for him—administering medicine, changing

tightly, tears flowing

air was chilly, dispelling

the window and observed Seamus leading his men

down effortlessly despite not having her

Her fists clenched.

from her youth. Wherever she went, Seamus would unfailingly locate her

escape the confines imposed by her family and the everpresent

seemed an

would find her no matter where she fled, delivering her intact

relied on him, yet, on some level, she sought liberation not just from

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