“Beautiful,” she whispered. She pressed her lips against Lucy’s nose in a kiss, as if uncaring that the dog had seized her arm between jaws that could crush a motorcycle.
Aww.
I know I’m repeating myself, but it really does seem like Rachel found someone to relate to.
Except she doesn’t know quite how brutal Siberian can be.
Lucy snorted in response.
Hehe.
Then she looked at Bitch. This time, she made eye contact, and despite her whisper, there was no-nonsense in her tone. “Your dog lets go of me now, or she gets hurt.”
Ah, yeah, there we go.
The confidence in the tone, the authority, the fact that the woman’s eyes didn’t waver in the slightest, they made it abundantly clear to Bitch that the woman was telling the truth. She was certain enough about it that it was worth weakening her position here. “Lucy, off. Come.”
Good call.
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