Chapter Nineteen“Woof.”
What was that? Did Phoebe just let out a little woof? Maybe it was just part of my dream. That better not have been the dog yipping to be let out.
The lack of any signs of light behind my eyelids negate the need to look at the clock. I already know it’s wicked early.
“WOOF!”
The second, louder woof confirms it. The god damn dog is sitting on the floor directly next to me demanding to be let outside. Anger whips my eyelids open, a glance at the clock tells me it’s 4:50am, she can wait a little longer.
“Phoebe, go lie down.” I say in a voice that resembles human growling.
I’m not only annoyed at the dog, but annoyed at Myles as his light snoring had suddenly stopped with the second woof. His cover blown, he’s aware there’s an issue and is clearly engaging in his
