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 couch

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

the kitchen. Soon, the fragrance of herbs

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

stunned while a hint of

smiled and handed him the

did not

hot, but his

softly, "You're not eating the

did you go today,

him and put the bowl

to come, wiping surfaces with

spread from the tiny living

Rutherford, it's rare that she

good

"Get out!"

and slapped

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