Midnight Breed 2 - Kiss Of Crimson by Adrian Lara

Author:Adrian, Lara
Language: eng
Format: epub

Midnight Breed 2 - Kiss Of Crimson

CHAPTER Twenty

Tess dried the last of the dinner dishes and put them away in the cabinet next to the sink. As she snapped the plastic lid onto the leftover chicken marsala, she felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of her skull.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, pivoting her head over her shoulder to look down at the whining little beast at her feet. “Harvard, are you still hungry? You do realize you’ve been eating practically nonstop since you got here.”

The terrier’s tufted brows quirked over his chocolate-​brown eyes, his ears lifting high as he cocked his head at an adorable angle. When that didn’t get her to move fast enough, he tilted his head in the other direction and raised one paw off the tile.

Tess laughed. “All right, you shameless charmer. I’ll give you some of the good stuff.”

She walked over and retrieved the small bowl that had been licked clean of its second helping of canned Iams. Harvard trotted along, following her every step of the way. He’d been glued to her side all day, her new shadow since she’d made the decision to bring him home so she could keep a closer eye on him.

It wasn’t something she’d ever done before with her patients, but then she’d never used her hands to heal one of them either. Harvard was special, and he seemed to be equally attached to her, as if he knew she’d brought him back from the brink today. After a round of IV fluids, some food, and a flea dip, he was a whole new dog. She didn’t have the heart to leave him alone in the empty clinic kennels after everything he’d been through. Now he had decided she was his new best friend.

“Here you go,” she said, cutting up a few small pieces of cooked chicken and dropping them in his bowl. “Try to pace yourself this time, okay?”

As Harvard went to town on the food, Tess put the rest of the leftovers in the refrigerator, then turned and poured herself another glass of chardonnay. She strode into the living room, where she’d left off with her sculpting. It had felt good to be working with her clay again, especially after the strange couple of days—and nights—she’d had.

Although she hadn’t sat down with any plan for what she would make, Tess wasn’t surprised when the lump of light brown Westklay began to take a familiar form. It was rough so far, only the general hint of a face beneath the tousled waves of thick hair she’d worked into the clay. Tess sipped her wine, knowing that if she went back to continue, she would only obsess and be at it all night, unable to tear herself away until the piece was finished.

Like she and Harvard had bigger plans or something?

Putting her wineglass down on the worktable, Tess pulled her wheeled stool over and took a seat. She started shaping the face, using

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