Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“I can see why you might want to believe that. Maybe you
feel ashamed or guilty because you liked it.” He paused and
then continued. “But be careful, Winter. I can still put you
through quite a lot.”
“Oh, I’m scared,” I shot back.
There was nothing else for him to take.
He stood there for a moment, quiet and still, but then his
hard voice pierced the silence.
“Mikhail?” he called.
And I jumped.
“Ke nighg-ya,” he said.
What?
My dog yanked out of my grasp and trotted away on the
command.
“What are you doing?” I darted forward. “GGive me my
dog.” And then I called, “Mikhail!”
But I didn’t feel either of them near me now. Where did
they go? What was that he said? Was that Russian? Mikhail
didn’t know any commands in Russian.
I heard the dog’s collar and tags jingle from a few feet
away, and a lump filled my throat.
“That’s a good boy,” I heard Damon coo to him. “He’s
smart. He knows who his master is.”
Mikhail went to him?
“Mikhail,” I said. “Mikhail, come here.”
“Now the question is…” Damon continued, and I heard
him approach again. “Do I keep him or give him to my father.
I haven’t kept a dog as a pet in years. Not sure I have the
knack for it.”
My nerves fired. “GGive me my dog.”
“You want him back?” he asked, getting closer. “Then beg
me.”