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― Shannon Mayer , Immune (Rylee Adamson, #2)
2 " Gotcha!” And he was off again, following her scent late into the day. We stopped for dinner, sharing one of the ‘fucking rabbits’ over a fire. "
3 " Could be worse. There’s lots of blood, and your pants are done for, but it could be worse.” “That’s what she said. "
4 " The biggest problem I was dealing with was Alex. Even now, sniffing along, he started to veer to one side, tail wagging as he picked up a scent that interested him, taking him from the task at hand. “Alex, Louisa, not the fucking rabbits,” I said, slowing to wait on him. With a doggy grin of shame, he shrugged. “Fucking rabbits smell good.” I did not want to know that. “You can come back here and smell all you want later, but right now, I need you to find Louisa. "