Cassandra’s mind was in turmoil. How could she have been so blind to the true nature of her beloved pet? For weeks, she had slept peacefully with Reggie curled by her side, unaware of his real intentions. Now, the very memory made her blood run cold.
She felt foolish for missing the warning signs—the way Reggie’s intense amber eyes tracked her every movement, the possessive way he leaned his massive head into her shoulder at night. She’d mistaken those gestures for loyalty and affection, but the comforting idea of her pit bull acting as her protector now felt terrifying. What had she done?!
In the quiet, postcard-perfect town of Bar Harbor, neighbors knew one another’s names, routines, and secrets. The streets were lined with Cape Cod homes, white picket fences, and the scent of lilacs in spring.