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Arthur thinks I'm adorable and tranquil, like a baby, which makes me more appealing in his eyes. "Hey! Will you be staring at me all day? or will you close your eyes and sleep?" I questioned him before widening my eyes to peer at him. Arthur was taken aback, as though he had just witnessed a zombie come back to life. Because he didn't anticipate my action, his soul briefly left his body. He had no idea I was going to catch him off guard.

Incompatible leech consuming the pure air, how is Aurora managing to live in this world? “I guess I just need to fix that…” she smiled forcefully because I could see my eyes burning down her soul. I really wanted to. The bells jingled and I saw Arthur strolling inside with bags in his hands. “Did you chop his bun off?” he snickered looking at me, and I was growling to kill him instantly. “Of course, it was your idea…” I sighed looking in the front.

My reputation precedes me. After a while, one of the Minotaurs finally falls asleep. Now is the time to make my move. I ask him his name quietly, and he presents himself as Arthur. He comes close to the cell. I gently touch his hairy chest and trickle down to his immense dick, which is already so hard. I get so horny that I decide to fuck him so good that he will help us escape. I rub his cock through the bars, licking his face with my long tongue, and then whisper to him to come inside so we can properly play.

The smile was faint, but it was there, and then, as if nothing happened, everything went completely quiet. Arturo shifted back to human in a second before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. My heart raced against my ribcage and I couldn’t help the blush that formed on my cheeks as I felt his naked body against mine. “You’re naked and there are kids in the pack who have fled their houses.” I said, and he chuckled before kissing the crown of my head. He pulled away to look me dead in the eye and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips before realizing that we had one more loose end.

Arthur said, raising his freed hand, "I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you in the Mint." Marcus was already moving, his broken body protesting with every step. "How did you get out of your cell?" "Your security staff is excellent at guarding against supernatural threats and catastrophically bad at preventing a hundred-and-twelve-year-old man from picking a standard-issue padlock." Arthur's gaze swept the chamber, taking in the broken egg, the glowing Haley, the golden cracks, and the pink-lit baby Utterance. His face went white. "Dear God," he whispered. "It hatched."

I could feel her heartbeat beneath my lips, fast and strong. This was home. This was where I belonged. Then the door burst open. "Mama! Papa!" I pulled back, laughing, and turned to see Arthur standing in the doorway. His dark hair was a riot of curls, his gold eyes bright with excitement. His tiny tunic was already stained with grass from the morning's adventures. "Mama, Papa, you are awake!" He ran to the bed and launched himself at us. "Kylan said I had to be quiet because you were sleeping, but I was quiet for so long!"

I wanted to see if I could rattle him back. I swallowed hard and looked him dead in the eye. “It’s sweet.” Jeremiah laughed. The sound was bright and completely out of character. “You are a terrible liar.” He grinned, showing teeth. “I knew what those would do. Arthur grows them like that on purpose. It is a cure for facial paralysis, not a snack.” Before I could call him out for the prank, the balcony door pushed open. Arthur walked in carrying a tray with two bowls of vanilla ice cream. He placed them on the table and wiped his palms on his apron.

“It’s a child, Arthur. Not everything revolves around you.” “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” I press, just slightly. He’s trying to piece it together without saying it out loud. Trying to make it make sense in a way that doesn’t sound insane even to himself. “He looks like me,” Arthur says finally. Toby laughs suddenly, loud and bright, holding up his now slightly less broken creation. “Look!” he says, beaming. “It’s working now!” I glance at him, and just like that, everything in me softens in a way I don’t allow anywhere else.

Adam whispers with a whimper. "Why?" I ask in a stern voice. "Because he made fun of us. He said we are freaks who talk to ourselves and play with ourselves," this time, it was Ashton who answered me. "Because you are. Not only me but other students have also seen you both talking and petting the air," Collen, Luna Rubby's sun yelled at her. "No, we are not. I have told you many times that they were our pets, Fufu and Cloudy," Ashtons shouted at him.

The familiar pavilions, bridges, flowing waters, and garden—like scenery made his eyes filled with excitement and gratification. Emiliano and his parents accompanied him to look around, while Arthur and Kinsley accompanied the other elders of the Hamilton family in the hall. Archer brought the antidote to Arthur at this time. "Arthur, with this antidote, we will keep the side effects to a minimum. You can try." "Yes, I believe in your team, Dad." Arthur was also eager to retrieve the memories he had lost. Whether it was with his family or his love, he wanted a complete memory.