Page 159 of Dominance
Vanya whistles and the skitter of paws and claws announces the burly rottweiler I met earlier trotting up beside her as she starts to walk past me.
“Wait … where are we going?”
She pauses, leaning in close, grabbing my face with one hand and pulling me in. Her hair smells like cinnamon.
“You did not hurt my Skanda when he attack you. For this, I let you live. But you will not like it.”
“You might be surprised,” I quip, trying to shrug casually.
“You must prove your worth. For saving dog, I throw you to the wolves,” she whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine.
“Will I see you again?” I raise my only functional eyebrow.
“If you survive gulag…we’ll meet again.”
To be continued.
