Chapter 152

“Haydar wants to kill the dog! He said it was my special mission!” Dominik moaned, eyes closed, speaking at full speed. His Slavic accent became more pronounced and his words, at times, unintelligible. The acidic smell of urine soon reached my nose, and I looked in another direction, disgusted. “He said he knew how to make it come out of its burrow and take it wherever he wanted! S-seriously! It was a win-or-win situation, but he didn’t t-tell me that you’d be here! I have nothing against you, Kabir! I-I swear!”

“What a pity. I was hoping you had a good excuse to fill yourself with holes. Where is Haydar?”

“Don’t know,” answered the spotted lion, between sobs.

“WHERE IS HE?!”

Kabir’s hand tightened around his throat. He spoke again in Czech and grabbed his older brother’s wrist with his own paws, a sign that he was suffocating him. The sheikh relaxed a little.

“You’d better tell us what you know, Dominik,” said Sifah, in a neutral tone. “We know that Ha