Jacob held up a finger to indicate he needed silence, shifting his attentions from Strudel’s heart to her abdomen.
“Right. Well, that would do it,” the vet said, slipping the stethoscope from his ears.
“What?”
“Your dog is pregnant.”
Cassandra had a shower after Samael left, then proceeded to do laps of the house—kitchen to study to exercise room and back—anxiously waiting for Samael’s call.
She had his phone charging and was so eager for his call she pounced on it when it rang, inadvertently taking a call from his brother.
The other man sounded deeply suspicious until Cassandra explained the situation in detail. Clearly, he thought she’d lifted Samael’s phone. She did what she could to reassure him, then resumed her pacing. After Samael had been gone an hour she started to create ex
