Page 127 of The Immortal’s Mark

Is this her compromising?

Or is it just another method of control dressed up as kindness?

“Y-yeah.” I cough, clearing my throat. “Sure.”

With a relieved sigh, she leaves. Lola follows.

Paige manages a tired wave before she disappears down the hallway and up to the second story.

Just as I’m about to do the same, movement in the shadows catches my attention.

Henry.

I blink.

I didn’t even notice he was here.

The warlock walks close to me, then stops.

At my questioning look, he says, “My room is near yours.”

He gestures toward the hall, signaling for me to lead.

I glance at Alex.

His stare is fixed on the basement door, jaw tight, eyes distant.

Sensing my attention, he meets my gaze and gives a tight smile. “Goodnight, Darcie.”

“Goodnight.” With one last glance, I turn and head down the hall.

Henry falls into step a half pace behind me.

We move in silence until a dreaded thought hits me.

“Was anyone else hurt?” I ask.

I didn’t even check Gregory for injuries. If Alex was attacked, Gregory had to be close enough to be in danger, too.

“No,” Henry answers. “Once we realized our cover had been blown, we retreated.”

“Good.” The tightness in my chest loosens a fraction.

We continue until we reach my room. I hesitate to open the door, shooting Henry an awkward look.

His smile is…odd. “If you need anything tonight, you can come find me. I’ll help you.”

I hesitate, unsure how to respond.

I settle on, “Thanks.”

Awareness zips through my body, putting me on edge.

The sensation intensifies when Henry takes another small step forward.

“I mean it,” he says, lowering his voice. “Please do not hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

His gaze sharpens, intent. “Not everyone here has your best interests in mind.”