“Are you all right?” He asked.
“That's complicated.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
“Do you?” I asked.
“I wanted to check on you.” He said as he glanced into my room.
“Is that an Alpha responsibility?” I asked.
“No.” He said.
“Then what is it?” I asked.
He hesitated, and I recognised the struggle to answer without admitting something neither of us was ready to discuss.
“I'm fine. Confused, angry, and considering moving somewhere without ancient doors, but fine.” I assured him.
“I'm not sure such a place exists anymore.” He said as his mouth curved.
“Then I'll build one.” I said.
“I imagine you'll steal the materials.” He said.
“Only if they're expensive.” I said.
The tension eased briefly before his gaze settled on my wrist.
“Did the mark react after we left the chamber?” He a
