Daxy was afraid of flying, and she announced it at thirty thousand feet.
*I don't like this,* she said, very suddenly, as the jet tilted gently over the clouds. *I don't like this at all. Why is the floor moving? Floors shouldn't move. Alina. ALINA. The floor is MOVING.*
*It's a plane. It's supposed to move.*
*Wolves don't fly. Wolves have never flown. There's a reason. The reason is THIS.*
Alina gripped the arms of her seat and smiled very calmly across the cabin at Dino, who was sprawled on a cream leather sofa with a glass of champagne, looking like a golden retriever who had been given the keys to a palace.
"You okay?" he asked. "You look a little green."
"I'm fine."
*I'm not fine,* Daxy said. *I'm going to be sick. Can wolves be sick? I'm about to find out.*
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