Chapter 87

“You train that thing to kill Alexi on sight?” He throws me a smile, and I am bewildered. Confused about what the hell is going on and why they both seem to be breathless from walking ten feet from the car park. I pegged them both as much fitter unless they ran here.

“What are you talking about?” I am completely baffled.

“He’s talking about your new guard dog taking a liking to my fucking leg—Your fucking cat!!” Alexi snaps at me, furious, openly annoyed and bends down to rub his leg under the knee and then his thigh. It’s the first time I notice three tiny dots of blood appearing through the denim of the jeans he’s wearing. I stifle a smile as it dawns on me that my good little boy has epically mauled him.

“Feral attacked you?” I can’t help the giggling that bursts forth through my words, and he glares at me, straightening up and snarling my way. All thoughts that he might come back nicer than he left a week ago die a death.

“That flea-bitten psycho should b