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sure?"

"I'm sure. Are you hurt? Let me see."

"No, I don't think... My head a little. And-" She focused on him. "Your face! Oh God, your hand. It's swollen."

"It's healing. It's okay." And the healing pain was nothing against the overwhelming relief. "It looks like Twisse took a shot at all of us at once."

Quinn nodded. "He hit me and Cal. Grand slam."

"More a clean sweep," Cybil said from the doorway. "He hit me and Gage, too. Six for six. Fox, why don't you go on downstairs? Your pals are still pretty shaken. We'll help Layla get dressed, then we'll be down in a few."

She was ice pale, he noted. It was the first time he'd seen Cybil that far off her stride in the months he'd known her. Quinn was already rising, going to her. Because the room became essentially and completely female again, Fox decided it was probably best for each sector to retreat to its particular corner, take a deep breath before mixing again.

"All right." But he touched Layla's face, kissed her gently. "I'll be right downstairs."

TIMES LIKE THESE, FOX THOUGHT, CALLED FOR whiskey. He found the single, unopened bottle of Jameson among the wine, and figured it had been Cal's contribution to the liquor supply. He got glasses, ice, and poured a generous two fingers in each.

"Good thinking." Cal downed half of his in one swallow, and still his eyes remained haunted. "You healed up. You looked bad when I saw you outside."

"Spiders. Lots of them. Big bastards."

"Where?"

"My office."

"The town was gone for me." Cal studied the whiskey, swirled it. "I came out of the center with Lump, and it was gone. Like a bomb had gone off. Buildings leveled, fire and smoke. Bodies. Jesus, pieces of them everywhere." He took another, slower sip. "We'll need to write this down, get everybody's deal."

"Oh yeah, that'll help." Gage downed a single, bitter swallow. "It got us, big-time. Now we're going to take minutes of the meeting."

"You got better?" Cal shot back. "You got the final solution, bro? Because if you do, don't hold back."

"I know we're not going to talk it to death. And sitting around taking notes doesn't mean dick unless you're writing a book. That's your lady's business, not mine."

"So what are you going to do? Take a walk? You're good at that. Are you just going to catch a plane to wherever the hell and come back for the finale? Or do you want to just skip that part this year?"

"I come back to this hellhole because I swore on it." Rage whirling around him like wind, Gage moved in on Cal. "If I hadn't, it could blow to hell as far as I'm concerned. It doesn't mean a damn to me."

"Not much does."

"Stop!" Fox's voice snapped out as he wedged between them. "It doesn't do any good to start swiping at each other."

"Maybe we should make peace signs and daisy chains."

"Look, Gage. If you want out, there's the goddamn door. And if all you can do is kick him while he's down," Fox added, swinging around to Cal, "don't let the same goddamn door hit you on the ass on your way out."

"I'm not kicking anyone, and who the hell asked you?"

Raised voices had Cybil quickening her steps. She took stock of the scene in the kitchen quickly, and stepped into it before someone threw a punch. "Well, this is productive."

She walked right in the middle of three furious men, snatched the glass out of Gage's hand, drank. And her voice held the faintest edge of boredom. "At least someone had the good sense to get out the whiskey before the testosterone attack. If you boys want to fight, go outside and beat on each other. You'll heal quickly enough, but the furniture in here won't."

Fox settled down first. He set the whiskey he no longer wanted aside, gave a sheepish shrug. "They started it."

Appreciating him, Cybil cocked a brow. "And do you do everything they do? Jump off bridges, play with matches? Let's try this instead. I'm going to put food and drink together to address that basic human need. The comfort it brings should help us get through telling each other what happened."

"Gage doesn't want to talk," Cal said.

"Neither do I." She looked at Gage as she spoke. "But I'm going to. It's another basic human need, and shows us we've got that all over the Big Evil Bastard." Smiling with lips she'd painted a defiant coral before coming down, she shook