Chapter 688

Jareth slumped into the living room, his mood a heavy thundercloud. Lily had just coaxed Marilla to sleep and was descending the staircase.

His gaze lifted wearily, clashing inadvertently with hers, startling her so much that she quickly lowered her head.

“Don’t hang your head so low. Burying it in the ground, what, you’re an ostrich?” He said with a hint of irritation knitting his brows.

Jareth settled onto the couch, pulling a cigarette from its pack and placing it between his lips, but he hesitated to light it, remembering Marilla hated the smell of smoke.

Lily dared not lift her gaze. Usually so aloof and proud in front of others, she now stood there, meek and guilt–ridden, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the floor.

“Come here.”

The few steps to Jareth felt like an eternity for Lily.

“Is Marilla asleep?” His voice was a deep rumble.

her eyes downcast, “I’ll pack my things and leave right away. I won’t trouble you

yet his words

are like sisters. I know she can’t

had been so loyal to him, “Stay and take care of Marilla. Even though you’ve ruined a couple of her dresses with your clumsy laundry skills and your cooking is mediocre at best. I trust no one else with her. Just don’t

felt the weight of

let it happen

into the night.

matched his wife’s, was reviewing documents by the soft glow of a floor lamp. He wasn’t possessed by the workaholic spirit of a Thaddeus;

me! Don’t

the covers in her sleep, her body twisting as if pinned down, her cries muffled with panic, “Don’t hit me, don’t hit me!

“Marilla!”

and holding this girl trapped in a nightmare into his arms, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Your husband’s

me,

damp back, “Who’s hitting

a

who’s been bullying you? Tell me, who?”

and

a night full of dreams. If

always kept his wife well protected. Lily was almost always

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