Deirdre's smile deepened while Brendan's dark eyes were dimming.

'She took me to meet a dog for the purpose of causing my death from anaphylaxis, just as I had expected.'

Brendan looked at Deirdre's affectionate gaze and the smile on her lips. He took a stride and walked inside as if he was doing it willingly.

"Mr. Brighthall!" the owner called out to him.

Brendan turned around and found the owner searching everywhere. "Please hold on. We're not fully prepared yet. Please don't go in yet."