Henry's POV
I looked at the message on my phone after watching Kenny's father leave the building, while having a bad, foreboding feeling.
Kenny <3<3<3<3: [Henry, Ethan, take care of the counting matter and speed that up. I am entering Harry's body to take a look at where they are brought to. Don't worry, I will just take a look and won't do anything risky. Don't come here; that's a command.
Clenching my jaw and suppressing the urge to bite into my arm or scream out loud, I took a few deep breaths instead.
I knew it.
I KNEW IT!
I should have directly acidified his father and maybe Chelsea and the others as well.
I looked at the disappearing backs of Kenny's father and his entourage, thirsting for Kenny to turn around, in whichever body he currently was, if he had already acted.
"Alright!" Ethan clapped his hands; no idea if he had read the message from Kenny already.
