Chapter 32
- COLT
- “JESUS CHRIST.” I strode to follow her, who had just thrown up. “Are you okay?” I rubbed her back as she wiped her mouth clean.
- She grabbed a bottle of water I offered, emptying it. She then held up. “A roasted dog, seriously? Poor dog. Isn’t it supposed to be a man’s best friend? What’s wrong with these people? And lizards?”