How Morpheus wished he could answer Persephone's question, but he just couldn't.

He had never even seen what Bailey looked like, nor did he know if she were a friend or a foe.

The only thing he was sure of was that he would do his best to protect Persephone.

Morpheus took out his phone. "Here, take it."

In this time and age when everyone had a smartphone, this one seemed unusually ancient. She had never seen anything like that.

"What's this..."

"It's a phone. You can only make calls and text with it," he explained. "It has very few functions, but it has advantages whereby people can't easily bug it."

He had used this on the battlefield before.

"There's only one number saved in there—mine." He looked at her before adding, "Call me if anything happens when you get back."

-

returned, she saw Seamus sitting on the couch in the living

clearly. However, his grimness spread like alcohol in

down and walked straight to the kitchen. Soon, the

saw him clearly when she arrived before him with a bowl of medicinal

hint of ruthlessness flashed past

handed him the

did not take

hot, but his eyes

She said softly, "You're not eating the soup

did you go today, miss?

him and put the bowl

to come, wiping surfaces with a rag

spread from the

of nowhere. "Mr. Rutherford, it's rare that she cooks! You've yet to

good

"Get out!"

his hand and slapped the bowl

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