вЂњYou were dead!вЂ™вЂќ she wailed, muffled by the fact that her face was still pressed against his chest. Michael sighed, put his arms around her, and bent his blond head to rest against her dark one. She was crying again, but silently Claire could see her shoulders shaking. He didnвЂ™t finish, because Eve grabbed him and pushed him back against the door, wrapping herself around him like a Goth-girl coat. He closed the door again, locked it, and said, вЂњRight, hereвЂ™s the story-Eve, you knocked him out with the hockey stick and-вЂ™вЂќ Michael handed her the hockey stick, grabbed the biker by the shoulders, and towed him quickly out into the hallway. She nodded, stepped away, and followed instructions.

вЂњEve,вЂ™вЂќ he said, and then glanced at her and gentled his tone. He must have been he winced from the force of the impact, then kissed her on the top of her head without looking away from the man lying limp at their feet. He relaxed into unconsciousness.Д®ve flew toward Michael, leaped over the bikerвЂ™s body, and fastened herself around Michael like she was trying to be sure he was all there. The bikerвЂ™s eyes fluttered and tried to open, but didnвЂ™t make it. He glanced at the two girls, making sure they were okay, and then put the blade of the hockey stick on the bikerвЂ™s throat. Back from the dead, again, a gorgeous blond avenging angel, breathing hard. Claire stared at him in disbelief, then looked past him, to the figure standing there with the field hockey stick in both hands. Then another, harder thunk, and a crash as a body hit the floor. There was a dull thunk of wood meeting flesh, and a howl. вЂњIвЂ™m going to let my boyfriend beat the crap out of you.вЂ™вЂќ вЂњThis near enough? Whatcha gonna do, doll girl? Cry all over me?вЂ™вЂќД¬laire hid her eyes as the biker reached out for Eve with one tattooed hand. He tossed it over his shoulder to land on the floor with a clatter. вЂњLike this?вЂ™вЂќ The biker sidestepped a slash from the hockey stick, grabbed it on the way, and yanked it out of EveвЂ™s hands. вЂњDo you think his dad will come?вЂ™вЂќ she whispered. Claire swallowed, feeling suddenly even more alone and vulnerable.

вЂњMake him do something!вЂ™вЂќДЇootsteps pounded down the hall. She took a swipe at the biker, who just stepped back out of range, still laughing. вЂњStay away from them!вЂ™вЂќД®ve backed Claire up, all the way to the window. вЂњNo!вЂ™вЂќ Shane screamed it, and the door shook with the strength of the blows he put into it. вЂњSheвЂ™s busy!вЂ™вЂќ the biker yelled, and laughed. Claire heard the thump of footsteps outside, and then a bang as Shane fetched up against the locked door.

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