Chapter 1914

There seemed to be a voice inside Persephone that said, "Don't do this. It's someone else's money." She recalled what Wynn had told her. Morpheus' life hung on the edge every day working at the underground arena. The slightest mistake could cost him his life. However, the audience watching the competitions were avid gamblers who cared little for the fighters' lives, deriving pleasure from the adrenaline of gambling. Her hands shook. She glimpsed Morpheus' blood-stained wrist wrap, a testament to the toll he paid for every cent earned. Yet, she... After some thought, she held onto the credit card. "What's wrong?" Wynn asked softly. "I-I'm sorry." She turned to face him. "I suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus' hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his card, I shouldn't spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for using his money to buy you things doesn't make sense…" She was sincere, "Wynn, can we buy these later? When I have the money, I—" "Of course!" He smiled ha