“You show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair,” he said, but sat back, still smiling. “A guard dog?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook. “Woof,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “And that’s it? I say the word and you hit him?” “Pretty much.” “But he’s your friend?” “No friend of mine is going to disrespect you and there be no consequences.
