Chapter 8Groaning softly, Ryland reached up to gently touch his head. The bandage he felt confirmed his memory of being attacked. He opened his eyes slowly, relieved that the room was only dimly lit.
Then his gaze lit on the small, pug-nosed dog. Its fur was a bizarre colour making it resemble an almost pink, fluffy pup. It sat beside Grimalkin. His cat’s whiskers twitched before he padded gracefully forward to gently rub his cheeks against Ryland’s.
The pup, by contrast, wobbled forward as if unsure how to walk and collapsed on his chest, wagging its tail as a long tongue lolled out to lick him wetly. If Grimalkin could talk, Ryland was certain his cat would have groaned out loud. Instead, he tapped the pup on the back which then curled up close to Ryland’s side.
“I can’t believe I was
