CHAPTER TWENTY
Bait crashed through the back door of Phil’s house and bounced along the backyard until he crashed into a tree hard enough to make leaves fall on him. He lay there for a second, dazed by the impact of crashing into a tree, before shaking his head and sitting up. He winced at the pain in his head and noticed that his long-sleeved shirt was ripped in several places, but otherwise he seemed okay.
Damn, that guy has a strong throwing arm, Bait thought, rubbing the back of his head. And here I thought that T-Rexes didn’t have very strong arms.
Not that Bait had much time to think about that, however, because in the next moment, Rex burst through what little remained of the back door and rushed across the yard toward him. Bait jumped to his feet and, activating his super streng
