Rounding a bend, she spotted Marcus, his anxiety evident as he paced near his car.

He caught sight of her and hastened to her, wrapping her in a reassuring embrace.

Millie leaned into him, whispering, “Honey, I’m alright.”

Despite her assurances, she had been fraught with anxiety until laying eyes on him.

As he gently caressed Millie’s hair, Marcus’ dark eyes betrayed his guilt.

“I’m sorry. I should have been there to retrieve you myself.”

His panic had soared when he couldn’t reach her by phone, certain that something untoward had occurred.

get in the car and leave

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

Millie consoled him.

to involve him meant he bore no

together they settled into the car for the journey home. As the landscape passed by, Millie

in intensity as Millie described a plant with characteristics identical to the Bloody Herb. That Bruce had cultivated such a thing

Millie sought the comfort of a

Millie nestled against his chest, drawing warmth

health had taken a turn for the worse, leaving her bedridden. Those around

the more relentless his enemies became in their

snoring filled the room, Marcus rose from the bed with care, making his way to

by the brightly Lit French window, he dialed a number,

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