Eve bit her lower lip, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle upon her as she made her way to the room she shared with Harriet. The lack of proper rest since her arrival at the mansion had taken its toll on her, compounded by the drain of using her magic. Her body and mind longed for rejuvenation.
The lingering uncertainty in Henrik's response continued to trouble her. He had neither confirmed nor denied her suspicions, instead uttering words in a forgotten language known to few. Though Eve didn't comprehend the meaning of those words, she recognized the dark undertones associated with the language of demons. How Henrik had come to possess such knowledge remained a mystery to her. Before she could delve into the matter further, he had dismissed her, urging her to return to her room and rest.
Sensing her own need for some rest, Eve agreed, avoiding unnecessary complications.
