On the eighth day of Wicked Little Secrets, my true love gave to me . . .
Eight Desperate Pug Dogs!
Dashiell stalked through the streets back to Wickerly Square,
keeping his hand tight on Vivienne’s wrist to keep her from scurrying to some
other squalid rookery and getting him killed. She hurried alongside, trying to
keep up with his stride, as she held traumatized Garth. The hound pleaded to
Dashiell with his round buggy eyes as if to say, “Don’t leave me with this mad
lady!”
Dashiell found a narrow alley running beside a wine merchant’s shop
and pulled her inside. The lane was empty except for a bony black cat pawing at
something small and dead in the gutter. Garth leapt from Vivienne’s arms and
the cat shot off, disappearing into a small opening at the bottom of a rotting
door, leaving Garth to sniff and then roll on the deceased creature.
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