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.

in the car

E L A ‘s L I B R A

Millie consoled him.

him

they settled into the car for the journey home. As the landscape passed by, Millie narrated her recent experiences, each detail a

thin lips pressed tightly, his narrow eyes deepening in intensity as Millie described a plant with characteristics identical to the Bloody Herb. That Bruce had cultivated such a thing was

the comfort of a

against his chest, drawing

mind heavy with concern. Claudia’s health had taken a turn for the worse, leaving her bedridden. Those around him grew restless

the more relentless his

Marcus rose from the bed with care, making his way

by the brightly Lit French window, he dialed a number, his handsome face set in

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