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The tiny puppy danced at his feet, body wiggling with endless energy as she cried at him for attention.
Zevran was an assassin. He had plenty of kills and conquests under his belt, he never left his apartment without a knife, and he had little qualm testing experimental poisons on his targets.
Of course, none of that made him immune to a puppy’s puppy charms. Which was why he leaned down to scratch her behind the ears with a smile.













