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Ellena buttoned her clothes slowly, her fingers moving with care as she stole a glance at the woman packing her medical kit. "Ms. Martha, are you usually busy?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with curiosity. Martha didn’t look up. Her slender fingers moved deftly, placing each item into the bag with practiced precision. "I am busy," she replied with a small smile. "But if there is a private matter, I need to make time. If I need to take leave, I would take leave. Doctors are no different from others."

She pressed her ear to the hidden panel as Marcella’s voice slithered through the crack: “Lock this wing. Replace the books with crystal sculptures. And burn that Shakespeare volume—it reeks of failure.” This was were Amara always crept in after midnight, flashlight beam trembling. The shelves were already half-empty, gaps like missing teeth. Mama’s desk was stripped bare except for the wedged Peter Rabbit. The floor was scattered with torn pages—her translations of Machiavelli, her notes on The Inferno. She gathered the fragments, stuffing them into her cotton dress. Kneeling in the dust, she pressed her scarred wrist to the oak desk, leaving her own mark in the wood grain.

Martha said cheerfully. Very soon, Martha was alone in the villa. Anne had taken Mila out to the amusement park, so they probably would not return for a while. Seeing that there was no one left in the house, Martha immediately got excited and ran up to the second floor. She took two steps at a time and went directly to Philip and Wynn’s bedroom. She started searching through the drawers and cabinets. What was she looking for? Bank cards, passbooks, and the likes! Martha refused to believe that Philip would not deposit all that money into the bank.

I looked at her and said, “Mary, if you keep saying nice things, I might actually believe you.” “I’m just telling the truth.” Mary gently touched my face. “You’re insightful and lovable. I just don’t know what Zach thinks. Girls like Cecilia are too selfish. She and her family only care about their own interests. They never think about others, even those closest to them. If something affects them, they’ll disregard all sentimental feelings.” Mary held my hand tightly and sounded emotional. “Cecilia may seem warm, but her heart is cold. Zach can’t see through her, but I can.”

Cecilia's jaws was wide open, she didn't close up untill she heard the almighty resounding Martha's voice again. Cecilia was trying to see if she was hallucinating but the straight look of Martha was saying otherwise. "Baby, get on your knees!" Martha said and moved closer to her since she could not get her desired outcome from a distance. She looked at Cecilia and she could not wait to satisfy her lust. Martha didn't not think twice before touching her boobs and squeezed her boobs hard.

Penny left, and Ava used a portal to get to the lab where Martha was. Inside the lab, Ava found Martha muttering to herself. Nico, Martha’s mate, and another man were unloading supplies from boxes, Nico marking off each item as they did. Candles and lanterns provided lighting for them, giving the room a mysterious glow. She walked over to where Martha was sitting a book opened in front of her. She was making jottings on a notepad. When Ava placed down the books she had, Martha’s attention went to them. “Are those your grimoires?” Martha asked.

Her lips had clamped shut and from then on, silence. Martha managed to smuggle dozens of books to.the room. At least allowing us to spend our enforced time together in relative comfort. I know from her raised eyebrows she is confused but at least she is quiet on the topic. Quite how she got the books is beyond me, I imagine she has connections to bookmakers seeing as she is on ‘the inside’ as such. I trained harder and longer than ever before. The draw for the showcase was fast approaching and although only twelve out of the twenty team members would be selected it seemed inevitable my red ball would be appearing.

I'd use Monday to sort through them before putting them out for trash - anything to keep my mind off Martha. Monday was another bad day for me. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Just as I got there the door open and Martha came out. She was naked except for a towel wrapped around her head and the sight of her high pointed breasts gave me an instant hard on. Martha noticed it and said, "Is that for me little brother?" She chuckled, "If you want to give it to me I'll be more that happy to take it."

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.