Chapter 133 Petting The Hound

I moved fast.

I slapped the demon’s hand away. The crack echoed over the low music.

"Touch my dog, and I will take your hand," I snarled. The cold French edge in my voice carried pure, unadulterated threat.

The lesser demon blinked. He looked at my furious hazel eyes. He took a step back and hurr...

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