Chapter Eighty-five (Saraya’s POV) Present Time

Needing to set a scene for James and his wife to wake up to, we had to get them both back to their apartment. A cozy house about a kilometer from the main building. We discovered they both moved about with a small car that looked like a golf cart with bigger tyres.

Evanore and I drove the small car, while Anastasios Martas walked by the side, matching our speed.

There was no way he could fit into the cart but that didn't stop me from feeling guilty especially since he had to carry Mrs. Brown too.

The car was too small and could only carry two passengers.

He didn't seem to mind though. I suspect he was just content to be anywhere around Evanore. I smiled to myself when Evanore reached out to touch him, smoothing out her palm down his side. I heard the guardian let out a low sound that sounded something between a purr and a grunt.

I was so glad Evanore had someone like him to look out for her. She was getting stronger by the minute and I knew it was all thanks to Anastasios