Master parks the car out front and opens the door for us. Dylan holds my hand as he follows me inside. Master tells one of the servants to bring Dylan to a room and get him cleaned up. Then he orders me to kneel. I do so immediately.
I stare at the ground, trying to hold in tears.
"Master, I'm so sorry," I say, "I'm so sorry, Master. I just needed to help my friend..."
Master lifts my chin. "I'm not angry with you, pet," he says gently. "I wasn't thinking back there. I was so upset that our nice day was ruined, that I took it out on you. You have a good heart pet."
He helps me to my feet. "I'm going to have a doctor come and take a look at you and Dylan. Is that okay?" he asks me.
I nod. "Whatever would please you, Master."
"I want to make sure that you are both okay. For now, you ma
