Marcus's eyes darkened, and just for a second, I saw something flicker in them—fear. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Alexander's voice cut through the air.
"Eleanor? Marcus?" Alexander stepped out of the shadows, his expression unreadable as he looked between the two of us. "What's going on?"
Marcus straightened immediately, his mask slipping back into place. "Just checking on Eleanor. She looked... troubled."
Alexander's gaze lingered on me, searching for a sign that something was off. I forced a smile, hoping to throw him off the scent. "I'm fine. Marcus was just reminding me to get some rest."
For a moment, Alexander said nothing, his eyes flicking between me and Marcus. I could see the suspicion in his gaze, but he didn't press. "It's late. We'll regroup in the morning."
