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The dining rooe carved table was overturned, chairs tossed and broken Blood was splattered across Katie’s paintings But the rogue had coone I said softly, "Who’s here? It’s Jane Yellowrock"

A blond head caore It was Indigo, blue eyes so wide that white showed all around When she saw me, she scraso forcefully even her skin quaked She stank of fear

"Help Miz A," she whispered, pointing "She’s bleeding bad" A stocking-clad foot stuck out fronarled toes

"Is your roo low She nodded yes, her teeth chattering with reaction "Go up Lock yourself in" I pushed her gently toward the hallway "Find a phone Call Leo and tell hiet his ass over here Then call 911 We need cops and ao looked from me to the hallway Her breath stopped

"If he’s still here, he’s downstairs," I said, barely controlling a frustrated growl And I kneas true His scent on the air currents veered away froirls’ quarters My lips peeled back "Go!"

I shoved her and ju beside a skirt-and-apron-covered leg that was attached to the stock inged foot Miz A edged between the table and the wall, her face purpled with bruises and so pale she looked drained Blood pumped from her upper arm

I lifted a linen napkin from the floor and tied a tourniquet above the wound, around her arht, and saith satisfaction that the blood stopped pule of chains and blood Christie And she wasn’t breathing I re

I had no choice I released the tourniquet Blood flowed again, butthe drapes away to reveal a slice ofand pale gray light It was near dawn Finally Gently, in case she had suffered cervical spinal da her airway The instant intake of air was reassuring, but if I let go of her head, it was going to flop back again, closing her airway And Miz A’s tourniquet wasn’t going to tighten all by itself

"I can do it"

I whipped the shotgun one-handed, anio’s white face as she danced back, both hands in the air, surrendering "It’s just ht pink, multikeyed phone, and slid around the table and underthe cell intothe airway "It’s Leo"

"You kno to keep a tourniquet tight?" I asked, pointing with the wireless

I was gratified to see her handle the airith a knee and the tourniquet with her hands "Red Cross first aid course," she said She was still pale and wide-eyed, but seemed calmer Sometimes it helped with panic to have a job to do

"Fine" I lifted a long splinter from the floor and set it beside her "I reckon you kno to use a stake too" She wet her lips and nodded Not that the rogue would let her I reht help her to feel a little safer