Erin’s POV
“How’s your meal?” Henry asked as he often did from across the table, staring at me with a loving curiosity in his eyes. It was like old times, and I would be lying if I said this wasn’t nice.
“It’s delicious,” I tell him honestly. “Thank you, Henry.”
He beamed at my feedback and went back to eating his food. We ate silently for the most part; we exchanged some words here and there, but mainly we didn’t have much to discuss. We had said everything we needed to say earlier, and I had run out of words for him.
Henry doesn’t know what I am planning, and I wanted to keep it that way. He would only try to stop me if he knew the truth.
I was going to find the Slayer hideout and defeat their leader, tonight. I couldn’t risk anybody else finding out about this.
I knew wher
