Charis
Then Marcus stepped closer, his brows wrinkling with concern.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked gently. "Is there a problem? You look like you've seen a ghost."
I managed to shake my head, not trusting my voice if I spoke.
"Are you sure?" Marcus pressed, the lines on his forehead deepening with worry. "You seem really shaken up. Are you a new student? Transfer maybe? This place can be pretty overwhelming at first. If something is wrong, you can tell me."
Again, I shook my head, finally finding enough control to speak. "I'm fine," I managed, my voice coming out softer and more feminine than Eamon's had ever been. "Just... finding my way around."
"Fine?" he repeated softly, like he didn't believe me. His gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer, studying me. Then he sighed, stepping back. "Alright. …take care, okay? Don't push yourself."
I nodded stiffly.
