With closed eyes, Sterling lay his head on Faye's chest, allowing himself to be soothed by the gentle melody of her heartbeat. The soft rhythm of her breathing brought him a profound sense of peace.
Sterling lay there, suddenly feeling Faye stir, the gentle movement of her body breaking the stillness. Her hand reached up, fingers brushed through his hair, patting him on his head as it rested on her chest.
He craned his head to look at her face, but her eyes were still shut tight. However, there was a serene expression on her lips as she remained unconscious.
Sterling's lips parted, releasing a deep sigh of relief as he observed her. Something deep within him whispered reassuringly that she would be alright.
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Merrick wandered through the familiar halls of Inreus, where he had spent his childhood. He was heading to the orphanage's nursery. He knew that was where he would find the person he needed.
