He opened several doors before Hardy came from around a corner and stopped short with a little bark. Alec looked to the dog. “Where is she?” As if he understood, Hardy turned tail and disappeared around the corner once more. When Alec followed, he found the dog standing at attention, face to a mahogany door, tail wagging and sighing little, urgent cries. “Good boy.” Alec pet him absently. “I’ll deal with you later. We’re going to discuss your shifting loyalty.”
