Page 30 of Enthrall Shadows
We continued through another doorway onto the fourth floor.
Henry set me on my feet. “Which way now?”
How the hell was I the one who was out of breath? “That way.” I pointed to the wall showing the descending numbers.
We checked the doors as we went.
I knocked on 407.
Cameron opened the door. “Hey.”
Henry stormed inside.
“We wanted to get you somewhere private,” explained Cameron.
“You had Lotte interrupt my speech?” he snapped.
“We get it,” said Cameron kindly. “Take a breath.”
The living room was decorated in a modest but sumptuous fashion, with calming yellow walls, lush plants, slatted windows and handcrafted furniture in soft palates.
It would have been pleasant if not for the tension.
“Stay in here until they’re over,” Cameron said.
“Anyone else involved?” Henry asked, sounding annoyed.
“Just us,” said Cameron.
“There wasn’t much time to warn you,” I said in our defense.
Henry cupped his ear as though trying to hear those elusive fireworks.
I went to leave.
“Stay,” said Henry. “It’s just PTSD. Nothing mysterious. Loud noises trigger it.”
“Can I get you anything?” I said, trying to ease the awkwardness.
Henry strolled out of sight into a bedroom.
“Wanna stay with him?” asked Cameron.
I blinked at him. “You’re not?”
“I’m crowding him.”
“You’re better suited to help with this,” I whispered.
Henry’s voice piped up from the other room. “Please don’t argue over me!”
Cameron squeezed my shoulder reassuringly as he strolled past me toward the door. “Text me if you need anything.”
He exited the suite.
I set my purse down onto the entry table. “Want a drink?” I called out.
“That’s not a healthy solution,” he called back.
