"It's the dog." The couple's daughter replied in a voice that implied she was more exhausted than Sienna.
Sienna's patience had already worn thin, but the moment the couple began snarling over the dog named Judy, her last nerve snapped.
Albana leaned forward, eyes blazing. "We bought Judy together on our honeymoon. I have invested a lot in that dog. She is mine. If I can't keep the children, I will keep the dog. At least she won't inherit your family's arrogance."
Roy sneered. "You're a shrew, at least my family lacks that personality. Judy belongs with me. She's loyal to the master that feeds her, unlike you."
"And you're a bitch," she spat back. "I'll let my next husband rename Judy, while we are spending the thirty percent from your fleets. Maybe we will call her Peace, after your mother."
Roy unleashed his claws. Albana showed her fangs.
