“i***t GPS,” I GRIPED, pulling over to the side of the pre-dawn country road. I’d inserted the address from Claw’s card and the device had guided me nearly all the way to my destination...before abruptly flaking out.
Luckily, handwritten directions were an acceptable backup. All I had to do was keep driving forward like the idiotic heroine out of some subpar horror movie—alone save for a raven and without sufficient brain cells to realize I should flee or at least call for help.
The trouble was, I was angry enough to risk horror-movie stupidity. All night, I’d tossed and turned, Claw’s strangely appealing features floating in front of my eyes like a mirage in the desert. Meanwhile, the monster had been full of witty banter that kept circling back around to the shape of Claw’s butt. Even
