The thong around Abby’s neck released abruptly, and she coughed as she gulped air. Hettie ran to her and ripped the snare off. Tears rose to her eyes as she hugged her sister tight.
Uncle pointed his gun at Ling. “Just ’cuz you killed Stubbs doesn’t mean you get a pass.”
Ling gazed at him calmly. “I didn’t kill him. I put him to sleep. I couldn’t think of any other way to disable him without harming Abby.”
“I’m still not letting you take her.” Uncle took aim.
“No.” Abby put her hand on Uncle’s arm. He looked startled to find her addressing him. “No, Uncle. He saved Cymon. He saved me.”
He was about to argue, but then a howl pierced the air as the chupacabra rallied. They were straying into the village, past the downed gate, snuffling, seeking, fur, claws, and jaws dripping with gore,
