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Fat Jim and Kourtney were chatting and laughing as they walked out. When the door opened, a tall, sturdy figure
blocked their path. Before they could react, Morpheus kicked the men who were holding the girl, sending them
flying with force.
Then, he scooped the girl up with a swift motion, carrying her over his shoulder, and strode out through the
doorway.
"I'm taking her with me," he stated firmly with his back to the others, enunciating each word. "From now on, she's
mine."
All along the way, Persephone had her eyes covered, remaining so silent that it gave the impression that she might
be mute.
The progress of events took her somewhat by surprise. However... lying across Morpheus' shoulder felt surprisingly
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He ran fast and steady, easily supporting her with just one arm. She guessed he must be a big guy. An
inappropriate analogy flashed in her mind—he was a bit like the horse she had raised in her family's stable since
she was young.
Thinking about it made Persephone chuckle.
Morpheus' steps noticeably paused.
Soon, he brought her home. The house was a typical dwelling in this area of Flinge, a mixture of wood and bamboo,
making creaking sounds when stepped upon.
Morpheus' house was small and sparsely furnished, and it did not even have an extra chair. He settled her on the
only low sofa in the room, intending to remove her blindfold. However, he suddenly noticed something hidden in the
boots she was wearing...
Morpheus froze.
Yet, in a quick move, she had already removed her blindfold. In that split second, Persephone suddenly leaped from
the sofa. A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
Reacting swiftly, Morpheus dodged, immediately locking eyes with Persephone.
It was a gaze he would never forget in his life.
Her beauty seemed as if she didn't belong to this world. Even though slightly disheveled, she couldn't hide the
elegant air about her. She resembled a startled rabbit but also a stubborn, relentless little leopard cub.
Persephone was momentarily stunned. The dagger was hidden in her boot, and her previous movements were
quite agile. She hadn't expected him to dodge in time.
Morpheus was just as she had imagined—burly and powerful but with a face more chiseled than she had pictured
and a pair of deep, complex eyes.
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The two stood there quietly, a few seconds passing by like centuries.
Persephone regained her senses first, suddenly feinting a move past him. Then, she raised the dagger straight
toward his chest!
The seasoned Morpheus had long seen through her trick. He easily evaded it, grabbing her shoulder as she
attempted the move.
They accidentally knocked over a glass on the table in their struggle, scattering shards all over the floor.
Morpheus chuckled. "You came prepared, huh?"
He swiftly pulled her close, her head hitting his sturdy chest.
Then, his large hand encircled her slender waist while the other gripped her wrist. A slight exertion made her gasp
in pain, the dagger falling to the floor with a cold clink.
"Let go of me..." It wasn't until now that Persephone truly felt a bit flustered.
Morpheus looked up, alert, toward the direction of the window.
"Keep your voice down," he whispered near her ear, "If you don't want to be handed over to man after man, then
behave yourself... and listen to me!"
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