Knowing there was an easy way to confirm the detail, I looked up at the rafters. “Would you mind, Borks?” Everyone followed my gaze, so when a dog shaped like a demon dropped from above, we all bore witness. Borks, in his Chihuahua form, fell toward my chest. I easily caught him. Sturgill’s eyebrow furrowed. “Who is that?” In response, Borks shifted to the form he always took around the village—that of a long-haired golden retriever. His tongue lolled happily as he let out a bark. Sturgill and Sue both leaned back, their eyes going wide. The former cleared his throat. “Okay, so Borks is
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