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In truth, Marcus was most averse to Millie witnessing the extent of his agony—the sensation of being incapacitated by pain, reduced to helplessness.

This pain was venomous, akin to serpents and scorpions relentlessly rending at his wound. Despite his robust endurance and considerable vitality, he struggled to remain composed when the agony surged.

Marcus’ eyes flickered with contemplation. Rising to his feet, he approached the bookshelf and extracted a rectangular container. Revealing its contents, he disclosed a transparent vial housing a concoction.

“Have you readied the specialties I requested?” Marcus inquired. “Everything has been prepared,” Derek affirmed.

Observing the container’s contents, Derek gleaned Marcus’ intention.

Marcus intended to briefly quell the pain with this unique elixir. However, it wouldn’t effect a permanent remedy. It would merely offer transient respite, masking the severity of the wound for a limited duration while postponing the requisite treatment.

Marcus otherwise, but he recognized the futility

groceries. Upon entering her apartment, she beheld the scene before her, her eyes doubting their perception. Marcus and

to catch up with now stood before her, their sudden appearance

lingered in the doorway, momentarily stunned. Marcus approached, softly

her. However, despite

Marcus and positioned

sizable bags of walnuts

the regional delicacies you requested:

personally selected

glanced at the bags of walnuts, her expression growing even chillier. Was this a show?