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.

come on," Quentin muttered,

hypnotherapy, Raymond had been

proved difficult-Yates kept politely refusing. But as soon as Raymond casually mentioned that Citrine had referred him, Yates' attitude changed in a heartbeat, faster than flipping a page. Suddenly,

currently in Havencrest, so they arranged to meet at his

sent him, Yates clearly took the case seriously,

a hand in greeting.

Cooper, nice to

away. "If Citrine sent you, I assume you're someone

be someone she trusts." After all, it

was willing to

small talk, so after a

clearly taken

yours. I'd like to try a

had persisted for years. Since medicine hadn't offered

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