Sirius let out a long, mournful noise, somewhere between a whine and a howl, loud enough that I had to turn my face away and cover my ears.
When I was sure he wasn’t about to do it again, I dropped my hands. I asked Bitch, “Have you done this before?”
She shook her head.
Hm… but she also said this was the second dog that came with this from that shelter. Did she treat the other one via the mundane means, without thinking of the possibility of using her power to do it? Or did she… find out too late?
“I’ve used my power on most of them, but only a little, to keep them healthy. Sirius is the only one I’ve made this big since Angelica, Brutus, Judas and Rollo.”
…there’s one name that sticks out here. Was Rollo the dog she empowered when she first found out about the power, the one who killed someone?
I almost asked who Rollo was, but I kept my mouth shut. It was a habit of mine, I found, that I usually pushed a conversation with Bitch too far, gave her an excuse to get pissed at me. I could prioritize other things over my curiosity.
Guess we’re not finding out right now, unless Rachel herself decides to elaborate. But she’s not exactly the elaborating type.
Besides, as I thought on it, I realized Rollo might’ve been the first dog she used her power on. The one with the body count.
Yeah, that’s my theory too, Taylor.
“Time?” She asked.
I found my cell phone, fumbled with it to press a button and display the time. “Nine minutes past eleven.”
As it happens, it’s currently about five minutes past eleven here. Although that’s PM for me, and AM for Taylor and Rachel.
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