CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Hannah
Something banged the bed and jolted Hannah awake. A dog was just centimetres from her – growling, showing all its teeth. She screamed but hardly any sound came out. Her throat burned.
‘Down, Donga.’
The dog snapped its mouth shut and sat staring at Hannah, maybe excited about the next command. It had a strong, burly body, a bit like her old dog Buddy’s, but thicker and bigger and mainly black with tan. She thought it was a rottweiler. And she thought rotties were attack dogs.
‘The f**k happened to her face?’
Hannah turned from the dog to Ealdy. He didn’t do anything to stop her seeing him, unlike Dicko, which made her panic so bad it was hard to breathe.
He doesn’t care if I see him because he’s not going to let me go.
Dicko was out of her sight but said
