CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Long Wait
The woman didn’t take her eyes off me.
“Mom, please. The Hound.”
“Who is she?”
“It doesn’t matter. She tried to save the Hound all by herself.” His tone seemed rote, as if the two of them had already had this exact same conversation, maybe on their way to my cabin.
His mother looked at me with judgmental eyes, studying me, her gaze moving up and down my body. She scoffed and approached the Hound. Her face was momentarily horrorstruck, then she shook her head, her expression morphing into an one of compassion.
“So this is where all my antibiotics have been disappearing to.”
Ash looked sheepish. “I had to do something.”
“Ash, it was foolish. You know why this dog is dying.”
“I know.”
She sighed. “You’re just like your father. Too good for this hellhol
