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Aria started up the driveway toward the garage, an excited burn in her stomach. Then she heard a clink
and
a loud woof. A Rottweiler ran out from the narrow space between the garage and the wrought-iron
fence,
dragging a long metal tie-out chain around its neck.
Aria jumped back. Froth sprayed from the dog’s mouth. Its body was thick and sturdy, all muscle. “Shh,”
she tried to say, but it came out barely more than a whisper. The dog growled viciously, no doubt
smelling
her paralyzing fear. She glanced desperately at the apartment on the garage’s second floor. Jason would
come down and help her, wouldn’t he? But there weren’t any lights on up there, either.
Aria splayed her hands out in front of her, trying to appear calm, but it only seemed to rile up the dog
more,
making it snort and plant its feet and bare its long, sharp teeth. Aria let out another helpless whimper
and
stepped back again. Her hip hit something hard, and she squawked, startled. She had bumped smack
into
the railing of the stairs to the apartment. With horror, she realized the dog had cornered her—the stone
wall
behind her that separated the garage from the main house was too high to scale quickly, and the dog
was
blocking the narrow path that led to the backyard as well as the rest of the driveway. The only possible
route
to safety was up the wooden garage steps to Jason’s apartment.
Aria swallowed hard and dashed up, her heart beating like mad. The dog scurried up behind her, his
paws
slipping on the wet wood stairs. She pounded on the door. “Jason!” she screamed. No answer. Frantic,
Aria
wiggled Jason’s doorknob. It was locked.
“What the hell?” she cried, flattening herself against the door. The dog was only a few stairs away. Aria