Chapter Eight
Sarah“Sarah, remain still,” Vekele said, his voice calm. Too calm, which did not make her feel calm.
“Tell me what’s going on,” she said, decidedly not calm. The puppy sitting on her did not like her tone and licked her face. It felt like sandpaper. Wet, wiggly sandpaper.
“I have two pieces of information that will seem conflicting,” he said, inching closer.
The puppy growled a warning, and Sarah felt it resonate with her.
“He doesn’t like you,” she said.
“I am aware.”
A nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat. That grabbed the puppy’s attention. He turned his eyes to her, four pools of inky darkness.
Half the monster’s features said massive danger cat, such as the slim build and the triangular ears. The other half, especially the dog-shaped muzzle full of extra sharp
