Domino circled around and came to stand by her side, and she reached out, touched his shoulder, seeking reassurance from his presence. His head came up and he scented the air.
She swiped Jenna’s number again and prayed for the signal to kick back in.
Domino’s low growl vibrated through Fliss’s hand where she rested it, the short hair of his hackles rose under her fingers and he stood solid beside her. Every muscle in his body quivered to attention.
Heart knocking hard against her chest, Fliss inched the phone away from her ear to give her a better chance to listen to any further movement above. The phone pealed out its first ring and pierced the quiet. The glow from it blinded her to her surroundings.
‘Dammit, Jenna, pick up. Pick up.’ Fliss just needed to hear her sister’s voice, stabilise herself once more. That’s what Jenna did for her, she steadied her in her darkest moments. She’d ground her, make her see the unreasonableness of her worries without making her seem like a fool.
The connection failed again and Fliss stabbed a shaky finger at the screen. Dammit. Connect.
She drew a shuddering breath in through her nose and tried to still the rising fear.
As she debated whether to run or stand and face the dark presence, Domino’s warning growl turned to a deep vicious snarl and terror froze Fliss to the spot.