Henry’s POV.
I watch her amid the crowd, I feel like a coward for leaving her to die last night. I knew what I did was wrong, so I went back to save her yesterday, but she was no longer there. Perhaps someone helped her. Seeing her now confirms that, especially with Alex beside her. He must have helped her.
Alex, my nephew, and I are like night and day, never seeing eye to eye. I wonder about the relationship between him and Her, my mate.
I watch her As she explained herself to her roommates, I chose not to intervene. I'm just glad she's safe. As I turn to leave, a loud slap echoes. I can't help but turn back. She's on the floor, holding her cheeks. It's hard to figure out who slapped her as they all look like hungry lions.
I didn't plan to intervene, but step in won't be bad, I o
