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“Get this beast off of me,” Orosa said and stood still as a statue.
Aura bit her lip and tried to suppress a smile. She failed. She petted the beast but didn’t pull it away. It was night, and they were illuminated by floodlights triggered by motion.
The Rottweiler slobbered and licked Orosa’s gloved hands, then sniffed loudly at her legs. “What a nice doggy you are, yes you are,” Aura said in the voice everyone reserves for petting animals, and rubbed his black fur.
Orosa closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “Is it fed, at least?”
“It, is Byron, and he wouldn’t ever stoop so low as to eating a scrawny person like you, so don’t worry. Byron gets well cooked meals from the chef, yes he does!”
Orosa dared open one eyelid. “So what you’re telling me is that this b
