CHAPTER 42
THE ASSISTANT
Dinner was served via a revolving bucket built into the wall of the stable. The guard placed a pre-packaged sandwich and a bottle of water into the contraption, and when he closed it, the food appeared on my side. Presumably, that was how they used to feed the horses, which was understandable because who would want to enter an enclosed space with one of those creatures? Dogs were more my thing. I’d always wanted a puppy—a small one—but my parents hated animals, and after I moved out, I’d always been too busy working to care for a pet.
The guard clomped away, and I was left staring at my meagre rations. I felt sick, but I heard Brax’s voice in my head, telling me I needed to eat to keep up my strength. And he was right. I wasn’t certain how the rescue would work,
