frame. The hellhounds. “Who could have sent them?” Ezra growled, shoving Paesha behind him. “Relax.” Orin moved his chair, sitting back down. “Apparently, they answer to me now.” “Oh, yay! We get puppies.” My loving husband pinned me with a glare. “And apparently, we’ve named them Ruffles and… Fluffy?” “Come on in, boys!” I shouted before flashing a smile at him. “To be fair, your friend over there named Fluffy.”
