Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window.


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    My at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand sped Nathan’s palm tightly.


    The sun’s rays bathed her side, casting aforting warmth around her.


    Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He nced at the dpidated ceiling before


    surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he


    found himself back in this cursed ce.


    Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found M. His body stiffened in shock. He


    never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream.


    M stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn’t contain her excitement, rising


    to her feet and reaching for his forehead. “Nate, you’re awake, finally.”


    In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing M’s wrist, anger surged within him. “Why


    are you here?”


    M leaned in, disregarding his question, and gently inquired, “You’ve been unconscious for two days.


    Are you feeling alright?”


    Despite his aching body, Nathan forcefully pushed himself up, his tone stern. “Tell me, why


    are you here?”


    M hesitated, struggling to find the words.


    Nathan’s anger red, overshadowed by a deep–seated fear and concern for M’s safety. He wasn’t


    afraid of death, but her presence in the Nightshade’s headquarters was akin to amb in a lion’s den.


    In a roar of anger, Nathan eximed, “Chubs, have you lost your mind?”


    This was a level of fury M had never seen from Nathan. Tears blurred her vision instantly as fear and


    trepidation consumed her mind.


    Without restraint, she exined, “Yes, I’ve lost it. If it weren’t for me finding you, you’d already be


    dead!”


    Nathan’s chest heaved with anger, his face pale. He uttered, “I’d rather be dead than have you try to


    save me.”


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    Before M could respond, tears choked her voice. She let go of Nathan’s hand, turning to leave in an


    attempt topose herself.


    As she neared the iron door, the reality of their confinement sank in. With guards outside, she could


    only face away from Nathan, silently wiping her tears.


    She knew Nathan was angry because he was worried about her safety, but his harsh words stung


    nheless.


    Suddenly, amotion broke the silence. M nervously turned around to find Nathan getting out of


    bed unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled to


    the ground.


    Ignoring her own emotions, M rushed back to support him.


    In the next moment, Nathan pulled her into a tight embrace, catching her off guard. She froze, feeling


    the intensity of his grip as he buried his head in her neck.


    Sensing his turmoil, M whispered, “Nate.”


    Nathan’s voice trembled as he uttered, “I’m sorry, Chubs. I’m so sorry.” Filled with sorrow and guilt, he


    continued to apologize.


    Understanding his remorse, M said, “It’s alright, Nate.” She stroked his back and was no longer upset


    by his earlier outburst.


    M helped him back to bed and tucked him in.


    As they both calmed down, Nathan’s curiosity got the better of him. “How did you get in? Are you


    alone?”


    M nodded. “Yes. I gave them a bottle of hydronium and told them I knew the whereabouts of M


    Winkler, so they brought me here.”