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.

fever. Bandages covered the upper half of his

and become infected,

down Persephone's face as she approached

comforting hand on her shoulder, managing a forced smile. "He'll be happy

"I'd like to—"

Wynn decided for her. "I'll bring you

holding

she stayed the night to care for him—administering medicine, changing

tightly, tears

was chilly, dispelling the day's

window and observed Seamus leading his men

he could track her down effortlessly despite not having

Her fists clenched.

a recurring theme from her youth. Wherever she went, Seamus would unfailingly

rebellious phase, she yearned to escape the confines imposed by her family and the

an invisible barrier surrounded

matter where she fled, delivering her intact to

on some level, she sought liberation not

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