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"Did it work? How do you feel?" Henry poured out questions while standing beside me, looking ready to offer assistance in case the antidote turned out to be a failure.
"Better," I responded and he breathed out in relief when I sat up effortlessly. "How is Meredith?"
"She's alive," Randolph answered. I studied him for a few seconds and I knew that Meredith was in safe hands.
Randolph was going to protect her.
"I'll go stay by her side," he took permission and left the room.
"You don't plan on crying, do you?" I faced Henry, seeing all the emotions that he was locking up. It was one of the perks of being powerful, not showing petty weakness.
He shook his head at once and faced away to comport himself.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really glad you're alive. It's so good to see you again
