Chapter 109 The Hunt Begins
- ⊰ Marcel ⊱
- The first rays of morning light filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Mercy’s sleeping form. I stand by the bed, buttoning my shirt, my gaze lingering on her peaceful face. She looks so innocent, so pure, her dark lashes fanning out against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted in slumber.
- Why is she so fucking beautiful?