Page 31 of Enthrall Shadows
“Right, of course.”I knew this.
Only he made me antsy.
Bang.
I jolted in surprise.
Zing.
Whistling fireworks were now lighting up the night sky.
“They’ve started,” I blurted out, and then cringed at how stupid it sounded.
More bangs and whistles and sparks broke through the quiet.
I entered the bedroom and found it empty. Walking past the king-sized bed, I approached the bathroom en suite.
I discovered Henry sitting on the tile floor with his back against the generously-sized bathtub. “Shut the door.”
I closed it and joined him on the floor, sitting opposite him.
The beach-themed décor was continued in here, with cream-colored cabinets mixed with ocean designs and a seashell-framed mirror. A cabinet held lotions and towels and an invite to the spa. Cameron had thrown money at this—booking a room no one would sleep in like it was nothing.
But this was him being the best kind of brother for Henry.
“Just breathe,” I whispered.
He inhaled sharply, his gaze on me. “You don’t have to stay.”
“I want to.”
“You don’t even like me,” he said sourly.
“I thought the same about you.”
He scoffed and hugged his knees, perspiration spotting his brow.
I slipped out of my heels, glad to be free of them. My painted toenails peeked out from beneath my long hem, and my diamond toe-ring and ankle bracelet were on show.
He stared at my feet.
Hard to tell if he approved of the way I’d adorned them.
“When you first saw me tonight you looked horrified,” he said.
A ferocious series of booms rang out again, muted a little through the door.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Can I do anything?”
He wiped a trail of sweat from his temple.
“You’re safe, Henry. Remain present. Remember where you are.”
He pointed. “Give me your foot.”
“Why?”
