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Logan could sense her pulling back into a kind of despondent fog, so he barked once to try to cut through it.
Hellhounds mostly just howled and bayed and growled, and his hound seemed to feel that this barking business was beneath its dignity. But it was willing to go along for Iz’s sake. It already liked her just as much as he did, which was unusual. Logan had always been easygoing, but his inner animal was—like all hellhounds—notoriously bad-tempered and untrusting.
Actually, his hellhound said,that wasn’t so bad. We sounded like a fearsome clap of thunder.
He had sounded like a dog, but if “fearsome clap of thunder” was what his hellhound needed to believe in order to live with the indignity, “fearsome clap of thunder” it was.
Iz’s head jerked up, and she shook herself a little.
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She didn’t. She couldn’t.
He couldn’t think of anybody on earth who was further from being Randolph Sebastian.
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> Iz said, but she still didn’t sound like she believed him.
He wanted to convince her, but he didn’t want to badger her. Maybe for right now, he should just let her think about what he’d said.
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