Bonesplinter Ravine Concrete Halls

Machiavelli trembled beneath the weight of her fury, the raw edge of her words cutting through him like a blade. His muddied ears flattened back against his head, drooping as if they could shield him from the scorching judgment she unleashed.

Slowly, his gaze sank, eyes falling away from hers, unable to bear the searing intensity of her blow. His shoulders hunched inward, posture folding in on itself as if he might disappear into the earth beneath him. He clenched his teeth, shame clawing at his insides.

You're right, The dog whispered, the words, flimsy and inadequate, barely escaping his lips. I'm sorry.