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    Eileen turned and patted the quilt. “Bailee made this. Let’s take it upstairs and put it on the bed.”


    “Sure.” Bryan gave Bailee and Ruby a nod and then followed Eileen upstairs.


    Once they were in the bedroom, Eileen opened the bag containing the quilt and asked, “Has Christos made any moves? Can we secure the antidote from him?”


    “Why are you so eager to know? Are you just looking for an excuse toe upstairs?” Bryan teased as he held the quilt.


    Eileen set the quilt aside and noticed the look in Bryan’s eyes. She knew he wouldn’t let the subject go unless he addressed it.


    So, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her near, and sped her legs with his knees. “You’re so direct. Aren’t you worried that the answer might be there’s no antidote, and that could disappoint you?”


    But Eileen was not afraid. Was there anything more disheartening than Bryan being dead?


    In those few months, she had endured the darkest and most agonizing times.


    “Disappointed about what?” Eileen ced her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him. “If there’s no antidote, I’ve already nned out which cemetery, funeral home, and crematorium we’d use for you.”


    Bryan was momentarily lost for words.


    He was certain that the woman before him was the one he cherished the most. If he hadn’t seen the concealed sorrow in Eileen’s eyes, he might haveughed it off.


    “Christos has the antidote. Jacob and Josue have already sent people to retrieve it. But the drug is experimental, so the antidote might not be guaranteed to work,” Bryan said.


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    “As long as it can save your life,” Eileen responded firmly.


    Bryan frowned and nced at his legs. Then, he looked up and asked, “Do you only want to save my life? Have you thought about anything else?”


    What if he ended up bedridden and unresponsive, only able to hear and sense things around him? Was this what she considered saving his life?


    Realizing Bryan’s thoughts were taking a grim turn, Eileen pinched his chin and gently tapped his forehead.


    “When will you get the antidote back?” she asked.


    “That depends on when they can handle that aggressive mastiff,” Bryan replied.


    Eileen was confused. “What?”


    Bryan was frustrated by Christos’ schemes. He didn’t want Eileen to be concerned about him, so he stood up to straighten the quilt and subtly changed the subject.


    “What were you doing outside just now? You seem upset,” he said.


    Eileen had tried to hide her feelings, but Bryan could easily see through her.


    Eileen didn’t reveal everything. “I went to meet Denise. Nothing positive ever happens when I meet her. How could I feel happy?”


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