Chapter 179 Fever

Upon seeing that he had nearly finished half a cigarette, I reached out and boldly snuffed it out between my fingers. "That's enough. Stop smoking. It's getting late. Let's go back." He hesitated for a second, his fingers instinctively curling around the empty space where the cigarette had been. Then, with a sharp whistle, he called for Kiera, who had been nosing around in the nearby bushes. The dog perked up and sprinted toward us without hesitation.