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Grayson
If the Lady is having some boudoir-time with Dex, then I don’t want to be anywhere nearby. The very idea of the two of them alone makes me want to claw her face off.
Wait, what? Face clawing?
That’s my animal rage popping up again. It’ll vanish once I’m out of here. And speaking of escape, that’s where I must focus. Another idea hits me.
The sleeping powder.
The Lady took away all the meds from the building, but I already hid some. I speed back to my room. Kneeling before my bed, I slip my hand between the mattress and box spring. The powder should be hidden in here.
There’s nothing.
Despair presses around me. Still, I’m not willing to buckle. There remains one more way to knock the Lady out. My magic. I can heal pups with my green fire. Maybe I can make the Lady and Rue
