Worries

Enrick’s POV

I looked around, making sure no enemies were in the vicinity of my location. The shadows of dusk began to fade, and darkness began to envelop my surroundings. Every little sound and movement caught my attention, alerting me. Sitting near me, John looked calm, but his eyes remained alert, like a guard who was always ready.

"How's your wound? Does it hurt anymore?" he asked, his voice full of concern and worry.

I shook my head and smiled faintly. "No, John. I'm already feeling much better than before," I replied in a calmer voice. "This disguise makes me feel safe and calm. Soon, help would arrive. My bodyguards will pick me up here."

John nodded slowly, but I could see a glint of sadness in his eyes. "I see. So after this, we'll go our separate ways?" he asked heavily.

I looked at him gratefully. John had sheltered me and cared for me during this difficult time. "No, John. Of course, you will come with me to leave this place. You deserve to be rewarded for your help to me.