"We could fight," Roxanne said.
I looked into her nearly glowing yellow eyes. "I don't think so."
Marianne was standing sort of between us without actually standing between us. "You could offer your neck to Roxanne in a public ceremony."
My eyes slid to Marianne, then back to the werewolf. "I am not letting her near my neck in public or private, not on purpose."
"You don't trust me," Roxanne said.
"Nope."
She took another painfully slow step forward. Marianne did step between us then. If Roxanne moved forward another inch, her shoulder would bump Marianne.
"There is another ceremony," Marianne said.
"I am not offering Roxanne my neck," I said.
"No neck offering, but you do exchange blows."
I felt my eyes widen. I stared at the nearly snarling woman across from me. "You must be joking. She'd kill me."
"I'll let you hit me first," Roxanne said.
"I've read this story. No thanks."
Roxanne frowned. "Story?"
"Sir Gawain and the Green Knight," I said. She still looked puzzled. "The Green Knight lets Sir Gawain have the first blow. Gawain cuts off his head. The Green Knight picks up his head under one arm and says, 'My turn, a year from now!' "
"Haven't read it," she said.
"It's not top twenty reading list, I guess. Anyway, the point is the same. I can hit you as hard as I can, and it won't hurt you. You can flick your fingers in my direction and break my neck."
"Then we fight," she said.
My hand was still resting on the Browning. "I'll kill you, Roxanne, but I won't fight you."
"Coward!"
"You bet," I said.
I felt Richard brush over me, through me, like wind. He'd recognized Roxanne's car and was letting me know he was about to bring a human into the mess. A human who didn't know who the monsters were.
I looked away to see his shape outside the kitchen door, and I shouldn't have. I didn't so much see Roxanne's fist as sense the movement. My hand was already on the Browning, only seconds to pull it, but that blur of movement caught me in the chin. I had the sensation of falling, but I didn't remember hitting the floor or didn't feel it.
I was on the floor looking up at the white ceiling. Marianne was beside me. Her lips were moving, but no sound came out. Sound finally came through with an almost audible pop like a small sonic boom.
Screaming. Everyone was screaming. I heard Richard's voice and Roxanne's and others. I tried to sit up and couldn't.
Marianne touched my shoulder. "Don't try to move."
I wanted to see what was happening, but I couldn't make my body move. I could feel it, but it was like a great weight along my body, as if what I really wanted to do was sleep.
I flexed my right hand, and it was empty. I'd dropped the Browning somewhere. Frankly, I was just happy to be able to move my hand. I wasn't joking when I'd told Roxanne she could break my neck without trying hard.
I kept flexing things, waiting to be able to stand up. I was finally able to move my head enough to see the rest of the room. Richard had Roxanne around the waist, feet completely off the ground. Roland and Ben were trying to pull Richard off of her. Shang-Da was trying to get Dr. Carrie Onslow to go back outside the kitchen door.
Roxanne squirmed out of Richard's arms. She strode over to me, and Zane and Cherry moved like a wall between us. She shoved between the two of them, screaming, "Your turn, bitch! Your turn!"