And locking it.
She looked in terror at Eve. Eve lunged forward, grabbed Claire, and hustled her around to the far side of the bedand stepped in front of her. Claire looked frantically around for a weapon. Anything. She picked up a heavy-looking skull, but it was plastic, light and utterly useless.
Eve yanked a field hockey stick from under her bed.
Lets do this nice, the man said. That little stick isnt going to do you any good, and its only going to piss me off. His lips widened in a grin, revealing big, square, yellow teeth. Or get me all excited.
Claire felt sick and faint. This wasnt like Shane coming into her room the other night, not at all. This was the flip side of men, and although shed heard about ityou couldnt grow up without thatshed never really seen it. Some jerks, sure, but there was something horrible about this guy. Something that looked at her and Eve like pieces of meat he was about to devour.
Youre not touching us, Eve said, and raised her voice. Shane! Shane, get your ass up here now!
There was a touch of panic in her voice, although she was putting on a good front. Her hands were shaking where they gripped the hockey stick.
The man glided around the end of the bed, prowling like a cat. Six feet tall, at least, and as broad as two of Eve, maybe bigger. His bare arms were ripped with muscle. His blue eyes looked shallow and hungry.
Claire heard the thump of footsteps outside, and then a bang as Shane fetched up against the locked door. He rattled the knob and pounded hard. Eve! Eve, open up!
Shes busy! the biker yelled, and laughed. Oh yeah, gonna be real busy.
No! Shane screamed it, and the door shook with the strength of the blows he put into it. Stay away from them!
Eve backed Claire up, all the way to the window. She took a swipe at the biker, who just stepped back out of range, still laughing.
Get your dad! she yelled at Shane. Make him do something!
Im not leaving you!
Do it, Shane, now!