Nineteen
This wasn’t happening, was it? Had Deirdre really just left him?
Since she’d walked out of the house several minutes ago and appeared to have no intention of returning, it seemed she had.
Amaal sat on the couch because he wasn’t sure he had the energy to remain standing any longer. Sasha came and put her muzzle on his knee, golden eyes staring up at him imploringly.
“I’m sorry,” he said, although he wasn’t sure who he was apologizing to, the dog or the now-absent Deirdre.
Damn it, he should have taken the device once he’d found it and hidden it somewhere. The thought had crossed his mind, but he’d pushed it away, telling himself that there was no need to do such a thing, that he was only risking Deirdre’s anger if she should ever find out.
Well, she was angry…but not about t
