Hot Revenge Box Set 2

And I keep talking. “What a nice lot of boys and girls. All these doggies... What a lot of lovely doggies…” Nonsense words. Not meaning anything. Just a vehicle for a calm voice. Intended to soothe. Designed to disarm.

I keep speaking and the stranger brushes by, trying to introduce himself to Scruffy, ignoring me. As he comes close, I let my hand trail over his fur. “Blackie. What a nice boy. What a good boy Blackie is.”

His ears are pricking us, and he brushes by again, now exchanging sniffs with Emma. Archie grumbles low and Blackie cows, dropping to his stomach. Archie prances up, fur bristling, tail upright and Blackie whines then sits by me. His eyes softening by the moment, he pants heavily.

Still moving carefully, I take off my belt then make a loop of the end. Holding it loosely in my hand, I let it dangle, very casually, then trail the other hand over his fur. “What a nice boy. What a good boy Blackie is. Blackie’s far too nice to be nasty.”

He relaxes completely. And as I show him the belt, doesn’t react at all. Moving carefully, I loop it over his head and then slowly stand. “Heel.”

And he curves around behind me to stand by my right side.

“So,” says Klempner, from his spot a few yards away, “What now?”

“I just want to check something.”

He follows silently as, Blackie on his ‘lead’, I skirt the thicket he was sheltering in. “There…” I point. “See?”

“Pawprints?”

“Pawprints running both ways. Lots of them. He’s been dashing up and down trying to find someone. He’s been dumped. Some bastard’s just left him here and he’s been trying to find them. How does a dog understand that the people he loves would just abandon him?”

Klempner looks down at Blackie, his expression thoughtful.

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swivel as

“I’m almost certain…” says Richard… “… that you

back with six. Yes, I know. I couldn’t leave

“He’s a good-looking animal. You think he’s

he’s still a bit gangly. Not grown into his paws yet. He was probably

hisses from the

place in Hell for

want this lot?” asks Larry, wincing away from where a holly branch prickles at

thumbs him through to the dining room.

then without ceremony, dumps his load of holly on the tiles. Standing with his back to the fire, “Is

offers up a whiskey

“Perfect.”

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a chair. His earlier tension looks to have dissolved, replaced by a kind of softness in his eye. He kisses my cheek. “Good for you.

“Blowed if I know.”

pack are squirming for position on the rug. Blackie circles a bit then sits

pursed. “That was an interesting performance. You’ve

“Oh, yes.”

layer of floating cream. “That’s a dangerous

see it a lot with mistreated dogs. They’ve had their trust shattered.

in, all authority and bluster. Blackie drops and whines. Klempner stares. “That

It’s all about dominance and the pecking order. And democracy is a human

cope. So, they lash out at whoever's near. That’s how you create a really dangerous animal. But if you make them feel safe… Wanted... Loved... It turns them around.