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her than her throat.
But the pain, the smell of her own blood, changed Eve’s tactics.
“Fuck this.” On that sentiment, she gave Willow a sharp head butt—the advantage was hers considering the helmet—then she short-jabbed her fist into Willow’s larynx.
She heard the knife clatter, felt the laser hand convulse, then give. Still working half-blind, Eve shifted again, shoved Willow over, yanked her arms behind her back.
“I’ve got her,” Eve called out as she snapped on restraints. “I’ve got her! Hold fire. And somebody get this smoke clear.”
A little light-headed and queasy from it, Eve dragged off her helmet. It didn’t make it better, and, in fact, brought it home that her head pounded like a bass drum.
Someone moved through the haze toward her. Of course it would be Roarke.
He crouched beside her, took her bleeding hand. “We need the MTs.”
“Just need to mop it up.”
“There are plenty to mop her up, so—” He guided her toward the door as her team flowed in to deal with the rest.
“Just a little fresh air,” she managed. “How long was I in that crap? An hour?”
“Under five minutes from the first flash to the takedown.”
“Under five.” She gulped in clearer air on the second floor. “It felt like an hour.”
“Every bit of it,” he agreed as he took a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap around her bleeding hand. “Couldn’t get to you,” he told her, “and when I nearly did, you slammed the door in my face.”
“Timed it so she ran right into it. I didn’t want her getting out of the room. Didn’t want to risk it. Or one of my team getting blasted, or blasting me by mistake. Magic coat or not, a lot of weapons on scene. Couldn’t call out and give her a bead on me.”
“So I concluded. Back to the kitchen, I’d say. Cleaner air, some water, a chair.”
“I can go for all three. I breathed through my toes.”
“What now?”
“Master Wu. Couldn’t see in the smoke and flash, couldn’t hear clearly with the helmet. Breathed through my toes. Became the fish. Or maybe it was the pebble.” Man, her head thumped and banged. “Had to lift the visor to do it, but—”
“Which is why you’ll have a black eye.”
“Yeah?” She lifted her hand, poked with her finger. “Ow. Anyway, it worked. Best Christmas present ever.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, taking a firmer grip when she stumbled, drunk on the smoke.
He steered her into the kitchen, where McNab was pushing water to a gray-faced Peabody.
“The stair creaked.” Peabody croaked it.
“One of those things,” Eve said.
“When the grenade hit, I couldn’t see a damn thing, and I misjudged the stairs. I went down like a brick.”
Eve angled her head as Roarke got more water. “Is that the chin bruise?”
“Hit the tread when I tripped.” Obviously disgusted, Peabody tapped the flat of her hand under the raw bruising on her chin. “The helmet rapped up. Bit my tongue, saw stars. And I didn’t have your back.”
Eve held up a finger, guzzled the water until the burning in her throat went down to raspy aching. The head banging, eye throbbing, hand stinging probably required more than water.
But God, it tasted, just then, better than real coffee.
