Orious had been a second away from slitting Saeris’s throat… but then there was Onyx. The little fox raced out of the shadows and launched himself at the seneschal’s face. He snarled and scratched, sinking his teeth into the thin male’s jaw and cheek. “Demon dog!” the seneschal growled. He clawed at Onyx’s fur, trying to get a hold of it. “I thought you were dead!”
