On the other end of the line, Curtis's gentle voice came in right on cue."Ms. May arranged a private jet to bring over the sheepdog I'd raised since childhood. The timing's perfect, really. Back home, it's tradition for a sheepdog to help drive bad luck away from the sick."My heart clenched as I asked, trembling, "How does it drive it away?""Simple," Curtis answered calmly. "The sacred dog eats the part where you're sick. That way, your body can grow fresh blood and flesh."I froze as my throat felt crushed shut. I couldn't force out a single word.Eden paused, then added with a sneer, "What? Too touched to speak? The makeup artist is prepping the dog right now. Curtis never bothers with things like that, but he's taken steps to make the ritual feel extra special.""I won't let you do this!" I shouted. "I'm not sick! It's actually your…""I knew you'd hesitate," Eden cut me off, cold and impatient. "That's why I made sure you wouldn't have time to stop it. The ritual is start
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