His order sounded like a dreadful thunder, a mixture of roar and savage growl.
The truth? It scared me so badly that I started crying even harder, and I stepped aside so his frantic hands wouldn’t hurt me in the struggle to take Andre and rip him from my arms. It was too much for me, too much. I couldn’t stand the way he barked that order at me, not after everything that had just happened. I simply broke, frozen with terror. I know he regretted shouting like that immediately, because he began to whine like an injured puppy and draped his heavy arm over my shoulders. The sounds coming from his throat were inhuman, but they were not without feeling or unintelligible. It was impossible not to feel even more pity in that situation, with those canine pleas in my ear; so I let him touch me. May
