“Here is your phone.” Harlan produced a phone from the depths of his pocket, presenting it to Millie.

Millie, taken aback by the unexpected offering, received the device with a mix of astonishment and gratitude. He had pursued her every step of the way, even retrieving her phone.

Observing that Millie’s breath had regained its calm cadence, Harlan advanced with a purposeful stride.

“Shall we embark?”

“Whither, you ask?” Millie fell a step behind him.

“Let us seek out your paramour, Marcus.”

A rosy hue graced Millie’s cheeks. For all of Harlan’s enigmatic demeanor, he spoke with a candidness. Could it be that Marcus had truly returned?

encountered a stationary automobile. From its confines emerged Marcus, his countenance suffused with relief upon glimpsing Millie in a state of

back in Preagend, he apprised her of the peril that had menaced Millie, prompting his

indeed made a homecoming,”

A ‘s L I B R A

eyes fell upon Marcus, a radiant gleam illuminated them, propelling her forthrightly into his

fangs

his touch gentle yet thorough, as though he feared hidden injuries might lurk beneath

assured. Her heart only raced

Harlan,

“I am indebted.”

Millie procured a recorder pen and tendered

audio testament. Its words bear witness to Swan Kiss as a creation of

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