Chapter 1945


    Persephone knew this ce better than the bodyguards.


    An inexplicable hesitation gripped the bodyguards when they reached the street, causing them to falter


    in following her.


    Persephone seized the chance and made a quick move to lose them. She sprinted toward a


    convenience store, deftly navigating through a couple of turns until she reached Morpheus'' ce.


    There, she encountered Wynn, who appeared in a rush as he descended the stairs.


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    "Sephy?" he greeted her with surprise and joy before swiftly bing alert, pulling her behind him.


    After a cautious nce around, he whispered, "Nobody is following you, right?"


    "No!" she replied, panting. "How''s Morpheus? Did Seamuse?!"


    "Seamus?" Wynn was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. "Seamus didn''te, but Morpheus


    isn''t doing great..."


    "What happened to him?"


    "His old wounds were still healing from the fight with Louis. He barely won the fight. Now, with new


    wounds on top of the old ones, he..."


    Persephone rushed toward Morpheus'' house, oblivious to everything else.


    Morpheusy in bed, battling a high fever. Bandages covered the upper half of his body, saturated in


    blood.


    His wounds had reopened and be infected, leading to the fever.


    Tears streamed down Persephone''s face as she approached him.


    Wynn ced aforting hand on her shoulder, managing a forced smile. "He''ll be happy if he knows


    that you''re here."


    "I''d like to—"


    "Stay here." Wynn decided for her. "I''ll bring you food. Stay with him!"


    She nodded, holding Morpheus'' hands.


    As his fever persisted, she stayed the night to care for him—administering medicine, changing


    bandages, and holding him for support.


    Persephone hugged him tightly, tears flowing freely.


    The night air was chilly, dispelling the day''s warmth.


    Persephone nced out the window and observed Seamus leading his men in a search.


    She knew he could track her down effortlessly despite not having her phone.


    Her fists clenched.


    This scenario felt like a recurring theme from her youth. Wherever she went, Seamus would unfailingly


    locate her first.


    During a rebellious phase, she yearned to escape the confines imposed by her family and the


    everpresent bodyguards.


    Yet, it seemed an invisible barrier surrounded her.


    Seamus would find her no matter where she fled, delivering her intact to her family...


    She relied on him, yet, on some level, she sought liberation not just from familial constraints and


    vignt guardians but from him.