Chapter 13.1

For a horny, blackmailing kennel master, he certainly took his duties seriously. As he guided me through another part of the building where he stored supplies for the Hellhounds, there wasn’t a single mention of blowjobs. The hounds ate twice a day, and only the best cuts of meat. As the hours progressed, we fed them together, watching them turn from smoke to solid as they gobbled up entire goats and stared at us through eyes of flame.

By the time we’d fed the Hellhounds, mucked them out, and added new straw to their pens, Rocco rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s basically all there is to taking care of the beasts.” His gaze swept up and down my body. “You’re a good worker and a natural with them once you realized they wouldn’t bite.”

I raised a shoulder, still not quite believing this was the same guy from before. “They’re pretty nice once you get used to them.”

His eyes softened. “Yeah.”

My gaze wandered down the line of cages to the door that led to the vestibule, and the urge to