EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

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Most people would have frozen.

Sarah looked at the dog.

Not the size. Not the teeth. Not the threat.

The right ear, where a small notch cut the edge.

The pale scar hidden under the neck fur.

The crescent-shaped brand on the rear flank, almost invisible beneath black hair unless you knew where to search.

Memory hit her so hard it nearly felt like being continue reading …