But I was trying to decide between one thing and the other, with roars and screams in the background, when a tremendous impact made the whole truck shake.
My first impulse was to throw myself over Andre and cover him with my body. Sasha started crying again, frightened; I protected them both with my arms, even though I could barely move my right one anymore. The sound that followed, so close it felt like it was right beside my ear, was claws screeching against metal. When I lifted my head, I saw the windshield clouded by a fine spiderweb of cracks from the blow, and then there were savage scratches across the roof. My eyes went wide when another heavy strike followed—and then the feline’s enormous nails pierced the metal like a can opener wedge. The roof bent under his weight.
Large drop
