When we arrive at the door to my sleeping quarters, Blaise pauses and eyes me intently for a few seconds. I have a feeling even he isn't entirely convinced that I have good intentions, although he's been consistently amicable since picking me up. Of course, I can't blame him for that, but it still gives me a pang. He knows I never asked for the Mark, and he should also know that I was just waiting for the right time to defect. And yet there is an indefinable flicker in his eyes.