Two years later
The screen door slammed behind Cassandra as she let herself into the house. She could hear music playing in the kitchen and she hastened her step, buzzing with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to show Samael what she had in her purse.
The dogs must have heard the door because she was barely halfway down the long hall when they came running to greet her, Tinkerbell leading the charge. To be fair, neither Mr. Smith nor Strudel had much of a chance to beat her, Tinkerbell’s long legs giving her a distinct advantage. That was what came of having a Doberman for a father.
As always, Cassandra found herself grinning like a loon as Tinkerbell butted her big, black head into Cassandra’s belly, demanding an ear scratch. For as long as she lived, Cassandra would never forget the day
