Chapter 100

"Hold it tight and keep it away from me. If it causes trouble again, I'll have to see what dog stew tastes like." Citrine's voice grew even colder as she spoke.

Damn brat.

This time, Quentin gripped the leash firmly, making sure the dog couldn't follow her.

But the mutt just wouldn't settle down, barking insistently in the direction Citrine

had gone.

"Quiet, you ungrateful mutt. Do you even know who your real owner is?" Quentin clamped his hand over the dog's snout.

"She's met you once. What did she give you that's got you so worked up?"

When the barking finally stopped, Quentin tugged gently on the dog's ear and sat down right where Citrine had been moments ago. Mimicking her, he tried to give Biscuit some commands.

"Sit." He gestured the way Citrine had.

Biscuit didn't budge.

"Spin."

Still nothing.

on," Quentin muttered, exasperated.

suggested hypnotherapy, Raymond had been trying to

as Raymond casually mentioned that Citrine had referred him, Yates' attitude changed in a heartbeat, faster than flipping a

have it, Yates was currently in Havencrest, so they arranged

clearly took the case seriously, clearing his entire

a hand in greeting.

Cooper, nice

right away. "If

be someone she trusts."

someone was willing to consult

man was much for small talk, so after a few

clearly

encountered a case quite like yours. I'd like to try a few sessions of deep hypnosis and see

persisted for years. Since medicine hadn't offered any answers, maybe the problem was rooted

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