91. Waiting

(Henry's POV)

After Kenny was gone, I didn't close the window and looked after him. He soon wasn't spotted anymore.

I went to the wall across the window and put the debris away with my foot before I sat down. The girl didn't talk, and I also buried my face in my hands, just like her.

After two weeks alone, with only the thought of finding him to keep me going, the terror of imagining my master's death, the longing to finally be side by side without shackles, and others—now I again was left behind by him.

First the prison, to which I brought him personally, drew the line between us. Now instead of taking his dog with him and letting me do the fighting and the dangerous tasks, I was rendered to stay here for a girl he had not even known before.