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."

-

as Persephone returned, she saw Seamus sitting on the

were dimmed, and she could not see him clearly. However, his grimness spread like alcohol in

calmed down and walked straight to the kitchen.

she arrived before him with a

stunned while a hint of ruthlessness

and handed him the

did not take the

hot, but his eyes

not eating the soup I made

today,

and put the bowl on

to come, wiping surfaces with a rag in

a plague, silence spread from the tiny living

Rutherford, it's rare that she cooks! You've yet

soup's good

"Get out!"

raised his hand and slapped the bowl onto the

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