Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!,"I'll bite you to pieces! Let me go!" Her voice was gritted with fury. If she weren't worried about soiling her teeth, she would have bared them—sharp, white incisors ready to sink into his throat! She had been terrified, yes, but something strange happened when he spoke. Two simple sentences and all fear vanished like smoke in the wind. There was a power in his voice that felt...different. It wasn't something she would expect from a monster.。