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."

-

saw Seamus sitting on

not see him clearly. However, his grimness spread

to the kitchen. Soon,

she arrived before him with a bowl of

stunned while a hint of ruthlessness flashed past his

and handed him

did not take

but

not eating the soup I

today, miss? I was

him and put the bowl on the

come, wiping surfaces with a rag

plague, silence spread from

of nowhere. "Mr. Rutherford, it's rare that she

soup's good

"Get out!"

his hand and slapped the bowl

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