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“You drove him to it. You tricked me, you used me. You think you can come back from that? You think you can just live your life after that?”
They could hurt her, she realized. Something hurt in her now. Deep in the center of her. “I can. I will.”
“You’re broken inside, and I’m inside you just like you were inside me. Live with that, bitch.”
“Hey, Stell. Show’s starting.”
All around them people screamed, stabbed, clawed, and bit. Some fell, bleeding, to be crushed or beaten. Crazed laughter joined the screams as a woman spun by in mad pirouettes while the blood fountaining out of her throat spattered faces, walls, furniture.
“Want to play?” Richie asked Stella.
“We got twelve minutes.”
“Why wait?”
She shrugged, tossed back the rest of her drink. Together they turned to Eve.
“Time for some payback,” Stella said.
Eve pulled her weapon, stunned them, and again, but they kept coming.
“Can’t kill what’s dead. You have to live with it.” Stella, hands curled like claws, leaped first.
She fought for her life, for her sanity. Slipping on the bloody floor, kicking out, crying out when her arm twisted under her. The pain spiked. She could all but hear the bone snap as it had when she’d been a child.
Her mind screamed, Wake up! Wake up!
Then she heard him, calling to her. Felt him, soothing her.
And turned her face into Roarke’s chest.
“Come back now, all the way, Eve. I’ve got you. I’m here.”
“I’m okay. I’m all right.”
“You’re not, but I have you.”
She kept her eyes closed. Just to smell him instead of the blood and Stella’s heavy perfume. Clean and hers. Roarke.
“It got mixed up, that’s all. I let it get mixed up.”
The cat bumped at her hip. More comfort. She made herself breathe until breathing no longer scored her lungs. And opening her eyes realized they were on the floor of her office, with Roarke cradling her in his lap.
“God. Did I hurt you?” She shoved back, panicked as she thought of how she’d clawed at him in Dallas in the throes of a violent nightmare.
“No. Don’t worry. Here now, just rest easy a minute.”
“I let them in. I let it happen.” It infuriated her, disgusted her. Terrified her. “I shouldn’t be thinking about them.”
“Bollocks to that.” Now he drew her back, and she saw there was more than concern on his face. There was temper, ripe and ready. “I can count the number of easy nights you’ve had since we got back from Dallas on my fingers. And it’s getting worse, not better.”
“It was a hard day, and—”
“Bloody bullshit, Eve. It’s enough. More than enough. It’s past time you talked with Mira about this, and seriously.”
“I can deal with it.”
“How, and for Christ’s sake why?”
