Henry

I wanted to reach out, to keep her from walking away from me, but that punch, holy fucking hell, that punch has Quirin level strength.

From my bent over position, I watched her walk away, heard her call to her fucking lover, and then watched him follow her. Away. From me.

“Henry! Oh my goddess, are you alright?” Justine asks, as I’m finally able to suck in a much-needed breath of air.

I stand, looking around, only to see a very unfamiliar look on Yorick’s face. I’ve seen it ...