"M–Marcellus?" I blinked, unsure of what to say or do when I saw him standing at the other side of the cell.
He had a smile on his face, staring at me for a prolonged period... Until he suddenly winced and held his stomach.
"Well, I expected a warmer reaction to seeing me. Especially after your husband did a good job dislocating every bone in my body." He remarked with a chuckle, causing my face to heat up with embarrassment as I stepped forward.
"I'm so sorry about that..." I muttered even though it wasn't my fault.
It wasn't his fault either.
It was Celine's...
"It's fine. I'm recovering gradually." He said casually, swirling around with his arms outstretched and his smirk never disappearing. "You on the other hand. How are you holding up here?"
I paused, my eyelids fluttering at first until something flashed in my mind.
