Chapter 11
“Of course,” I started, only to let my words peter off as an agonizing bellow emanated from the end of the plane where the President had headed. A bellow...that rose into an undulating howl.
Leave now, my monster ordered.
At the same moment, Claw stood, barking orders into an intercom I hadn’t noticed clipped to his collar. “Get us down to the airstrip,” he told someone—the pilot? Then, pulling me out of my seat as if I weighed no more than a bag of groceries, he continued, “Jim Kelter needs me. You have to go now.”
“What...?” I wasn’t particularly eloquent in the best of circumstances, even less so when my monster hovered behind my eyeballs trying to press her way out. It wasn’t just the sounds from the other end of the airplane that had set her off either. It was the scent
