While Paige Summers was dealing with the headache of Zephyr Mercer and Sean Raines suddenly tagging along, Marcus Monroe, who had been left behind at their place, was already awake. He had simply been exhausted from the previous night's excitement, and once he'd rested, the mild sedative powder had naturally worn off.
He ran a hand over the cold, empty side of the bed. As he looked around the room, now missing its occupant, and thought back to their intimacy the night before, a sudden sense of emptiness washed over him.
He held the wooden box containing the Earth Immortal Fruit. 'I understand what she meant by this,' he thought.
With a quiet sigh, he quickly regained his usual calm demeanor.
'She didn't want me to see her off, so I won't go.'
He knew her plan. The escort she'd arranged was more than enough to intimidate any men Sheldon Reid or Nora Lowell might have sent. If those people had any sense, they wouldn't dare make a move in plain sight.
