“Oh, look. The b***h is awake.” He appeared with his smug expression and languid words. “A female dog is a female dog, am I right?” His pristine white button-down was unbuttoned one too many holes, displaying graying chest hair and a gold chain. His leather jacket was missing, but his sunglasses were still in place. Asshole. “Does the puppy want a bone?” A generic milk bone dropped past my nose. I cringed and turned away.
“Where’s Peter?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “If you killed him — ”
“Don’t worry, little girl. He’s still alive, for now.” Craig stared down at me. “But for kicks, what would you do?” I couldn’t do anything until sunset. He outweighed me by some hundred-fifty pounds, easily. Reading my thoughts, he lowered, reached through the kennel, and grabbed my chin. I stared
