Ethan tilted his head slightly, tuning them out, listening to Thor. The breathing was heavy but controlled. The dog wasn’t snarling. He wasn’t pacing the cage like a caged tiger anymore. He was waiting.
“Open the door,” Ethan said. It wasn’t a request.
Karen shook her head, horrified, her hands fluttering uselessly in the air. “Ethan, I can’t continue reading …