“Dread, why the hell are you in Meena's house?” Emerson’s eyebrows rise as she gives me an expectant look. That's a very good question and one I absolutely do not have an answer for. The hound spent the entire previous day making my life difficult. He wanted to see the pup. It became such a pressing need that I couldn't ignore his demands any longer. Once I knew Emerson was gone, I snuck in to have a peek at the child. Only, the little heathen bit me. So I bit her back. Which made her cry. She won't sink those sharp teeth into anyone else for a while, I'd bet. Although, neither the hound nor I
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