Her legs gave way, and she grabbed the edge of the table. “No. You’re wrong.”
“I hope I am,” he said quietly. “But you can’t ignore the risk. This is not about breed stereotypes—it’s about trauma, instincts, and safety. You need to stop sleeping beside him. Maybe even consider placing him in a sanctuary.”
That night, Cassandra tested the theory. She placed a life-size mannequin in her bed, sprayed it with her perfume, and watched from the closet.