Chapter 86

Meanwhile, in Stokelle, Cassandra held a plastic bag full of grilled sausages. The three big dogs were sitting obediently in a row in front of her, patiently waiting for their turn. She kept things perfectly fair—one sip of water each from the same bowl, one after the other. No more or less. Ryan stood nearby with his arms crossed, the smile on his lips growing wider by the second. "Looks like my three large dogs have completely turned on me. When I feed them, they act like wolves and almost bite my hand off. But with you, they sit all polite and dainty." Cassandra laughed as she broke a sausage into smaller pieces. "Maybe they'd rather have me as their owner?" Ryan snorted. "Ungrateful mutts. You've only been taking care of them for a few days, and they've already switched sides." Being loved by dogs always brought a special kind of joy. Cassandra was in a good mood. "Of course, they're closer to me. I'm the one who's been walking and feeding them ever since you brought them to