As Rhane raced through the hallway, he held onto the tiny thread of hope that Jenna hadn't left. He wanted to believe it, that she was beginning to see he meant well and would decide to stay back and find out.
"Rhane, wait," Kali called after him from behind, trying to keep up. "I know where she—"
Rhane wasn't listening. He pushed the door to Jenna's room open and walked inside, his eyes glazing the entire room, waiting for Jenna to maybe step out from the bathroom and give him that look, a frown, a smile. At this point, he would take anything.
It meant she felt a little bit, even tiniest of what he felt and had decided to stay back.
"Master?" Rhane muttered softly, the thread of hope slipping from his grasp as he walked further into the room and found it empty, the towel Jenna had around her body on the floor.
The meal he had prepared was still on the table. Aside from a plate soiled with oil, as if someone had grabbed a bite, everything else looked the same.
