Chapter 97 Sessile Lichen

• Paul had only just arrived in Blue Valley that Thursday, his cheerful demeanour accompanied by Andrés. However, Andrés, though part of the joyousness, bore a paleness that caught my attention. I dismissed it, attributing it to potential exhaustion from their recent escapades on Maidalet Island.
• As Paul and I rekindled our connection, time seemed to stand still, immersing us in an intimate embrace. Beads of perspiration glistened on our skin as we delighted in each other's presence. It was at that moment, with the world reduced to the hush of our shared breaths, that the unexpected unfolded.
• From the guestroom, where Andrés was meant to be resting, came a desperate cry for help, piercing through the tranquillity of the manor. Alarmed, Paul got dressed and made his way to Andrés' room.