Samael kept one eye on the road and the other on the rearview mirror as he drove, constantly checking to insure Strudel was coping okay. She seemed fine, her tongue lolling as she gazed out the window for a bit before settling down and going to sleep.
He told himself she was probably fine and that he was being a fussy helicopter fur parent, but his gut was still uneasy.
If something was wrong with his dog…
No. He couldn’t let himself go there. He’d take this one step at a time, save the freaking out for when it was needed.
If it was needed.
Cassandra had drawn him a map to help him find the vet clinic and he found his way there with only one wrong turn—quite the achievement given his navigational handicap.
The woman behind the counter gave him a brisk smile when he approached, Strude
