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If you’re reading this, my dog is seriously evil. I wasn’t joking… I had been looking forward to a steak all day. It was perfect—seared just right, glistening on my fork as I lifted it toward my mouth.  Across from me sat Rupert, my basset hound, staring like he’d been hired as a professional steak inspector. His long ears pooled on the floor, and his droopy eyes carried the kind of sorrowful intensity that made me feel like I’d been neglecting him for years. He tilted his head, jowls trembling in a silent plea. “Not for you,” I said, smiling as I raised the fork higher. That’s when Rupert struck. In a blur of low-slung motion, he launched from his spot like a stubby little missile. Before I could even react, I felt the wet slurp of his mouth around my steak—and then he was gone, galloping down the hallway with his ears flapping wildly like little victory flags. “RUPERT!” I shouted, fork still frozen in midair, my brain trying to catch up with what had just happened. I could hear the munch-munch-snarf of him devouring his prize somewhere in the living room. Moments later, he waddled back around the corner, his face shiny with steak juice, his tail wagging in smug, slow satisfaction. His ears were flipped inside out from his daring escape, and his big brown eyes said, You weren’t really gonna eat that, right? I tried to look stern. I tried. But then he pressed his cold nose against my leg, let out a soft, apologetic boof, and my heart melted on the spot. I sighed, scratched behind his ears, and muttered, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” The fork in my hand felt tragically empty, but honestly… I couldn’t even be mad. #BookTok #fantasy #darkfantasy #redrising #booktokintroduction #nonfictionbooktok #nonfictionbooks
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