CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sunlight filters through the high-rise buildings as I follow Henry down the bustling city streets. He moves with a purpose, his blonde hair catching glints of morning light, and I have to quicken my pace to keep up with him. I’m not used to trailing behind someone—especially a human—but today I shadow Henry to his job.
I weave through the throng of pedestrians, keeping an eye on Henry's broad shoulders. He weaves in and out of the crowd with an ease that speaks of long familiarity, his blue eyes fixed ahead. A pang of curiosity twitches inside me. What does he do? Why is he so secretive?
"Where are we headed?" I ask, trying to sound casual. My voice gets swallowed by the cacophony of car horns and chattering people.
"Work," is all Henry offers, without turning back or sl
