“You think me reprehensible,” the count says. “Over a mutt.” He shakes his head and comes a step closer. “Would it help you to know that the dog was just bitten by a rabid fox this morning and would’ve suffered a far worse death?” “You’re lying.” He purses his lips. “I have no reason to betray your trust over a dog, Sora. And no reason to kill a good guard dog. I don’t lie for the hells of it.”
