Henry's presence at the doorway cast a dark shadow, his expression grim and intense. The stillness around him seemed to freeze, the heavy silence broken only by the thud of his powerful heartbeat. His brow furrowed, his gaze a sharp blade cutting through the calm.

Giselle was only a few steps away from him.

Henry's face remained impassive as he stared at Chase Carter, his eyes dark as ink, holding a faint yet discernible flicker of anger.

It resembled not the precursor to a ...