Torin awoke to find Penny sitting next to him, staring down at him. He’d flinched away from her in reflex, pulled himself into a sitting position against the wall, and asked her what she was doing hovering above him while he was trying to sleep.
“He’s here,” Penny whispered.
Torin stared at her for a long, silent moment, not understanding.
“What do you mean, he’s here?” Torin swept a tangle of hair out of his face and scratched his chin through the long, unkempt beard. “Who’s here?”
Penny looked around, as if there might be spies lurking in the far dark corners of the cell, and when she was certain it was just them and Ronan, still sleeping a few feet away, she leaned close and whispered in his ear.
“Rocky, my homunculus.” When he didn’t respond, she elaborated. “The gray man Ronan ga
