But the barking has to go. I make contact with its beady little eyes and snap my fingers, ordering, “Shh!” And blessed silence fills the air. Olivia looks from me to the animal. “How—how did you do that?” “Dogs are pack animals; they defer to the leader. This one is smart enough to recognize that that’s me.” I step closer to her, detecting a clean, lovely scent—like fresh honey. “Let’s see if it works with you.” I snap my fingers. “Dinner.”
