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By the time I was ready to leave for the Huntsman, the dog was out cold. “Here’s the deal,” I offered reluctantly. “If I let you stay inside, you had better mind yourself. If I come back and find so much as a cracker out of place or a single thing chewed up, your ass is gone.” I looked at him as sternly as I could with my hands on my hips. He stared back as though he knew my threat was entirely empty. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out and prayed the giant beast wouldn’t destroy my apartment. I caught a cab instead of walking. My nighttime strolls were at an end with Ronan on the loose. And the next time a dog ended up in the graveyard, Fergus was on his own. “HOW DID you feel after yesterday’s practice?” Lochlan asked after I’d warmed up and begun my workout. “Fine. I thought I might be at
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