Chapter 18

• "You know what?” I scoffed, turning to face him. “Funny how Emily's allergy only appears around my dog. She scaled fish at the docks for fifteen years. There were strays everywhere and never once did she complain."
• Damien's wolf surfaced in his eyes. "My mother raised Iris and me alone. My father was a worthless drunk who beat her bloody every night. She had no choice, and so she had earned the right to do whatever the fuck she wants to do now."
• Earned the right. To torment me. To let her daughter crack my dog's skull open.