“Shut up,” he said brusquely, and reached for her other wrist to secure it.
Infuriated that her tactic hadn’t worked, Niki screamed and swung the empty pistol that she’d pulled from her coat. Gabriel jerked his head back but the barrel caught him on the outside corner of his right eye and whipped his head around. She surged up, shoving him back, and the blow had stunned him enough that for a second he couldn’t react fast enough. Niki scrambled up and away, scooping up the fallen knife and lunging for the back door.
Gabriel gave a quick shake of his head and launched himself in pursuit.
Her heart beating so hard she could barely breathe, Lolly jerked open the cabinet door under the sink, grabbed the hammer from the small open toolbox that had been there as long as she could remember, and followed them both.
Chapter Twelve
Gabriel caught up with Niki on the back porch. The cold seared his bare skin. He had on nothing but a pair of wet jeans, not even a shirt he could pull off and use to snag the knife away from her. She whirled, lashing out with the knife, and he leapt back. She was nothing but a shadow in the darkness; only instinct, and experience gained by fighting with men who had been trained for combat, helped him avoid the blade. She was drug-crazed, unpredictable, and lethal as hell.
He wished he’d had time to grab something, anything, he could use as a weapon, or to block the slashing knife, but when Lolly had screamed his name he’d reacted instantly, without pausing to look around. He’d known, known without doubt, that somehow the homicidal bitch had not only survived the slide off the side of the mountain, but had managed to get out and make it back to the house. All he’d thought about was getting to Lolly before Niki could.
Niki darted in, slashed at him, darted back. She missed, but not by much. She came at him again, and he saw the glint of the blade swiping at his stomach. He jerked back, grabbed for her arm, missed. From the corner of his eye he saw more movement at the door, and his heart almost stopped. Lolly!
“No!” he yelled. The last thing he wanted was her out here in the dark, where he wouldn’t be able to tell her from Niki, but Niki would know exactly who Lolly was. Niki whirled toward the new threat and he heard her laugh as she surged forward. He knew he couldn’t get to her in time to grab her arm, knew he couldn’t move fast enough to knock Lolly out of the way, but he tried anyway, leaping for her even as his heart whispered that he was too late, too late …
Lolly swung the hammer. She could barely make out a dark shadow coming toward her, but Gabriel yelled from somewhere to the left and she knew it wasn’t him. It was so dark she had no real way to judge distance, but she swung as hard as she could and was almost astonished when the hammer struck something with a sickening sound that was both a solid thunk and yet somehow squishy.
Then Gabriel was there, enveloping her in a body-slam of a rush that knocked her back into the mud room. She knew it was him, knew his scent, felt the bareness of his arms and chest. They crashed to the floor and the impact knocked the hammer free from her grip. He rolled off immediately, leaping to his feet and whirling to meet Niki’s next attack, but … nothing happened. No drugged-out maniac came through the door. There was nothing but silence from the back porch.
“Get my flashlight,” Gabriel said, breathing hard, and Lolly scrambled to her feet. The blanket … somehow she’d lost the blanket and she was completely naked, but she’d worry about that later. Frigid air swept through the open door, stinging her flesh as she raced to the stairs where Gabriel had dropped his coat when they first came in. The fireplace in the living room was lit, providing enough light that she found the coat with no problem, fumbled in the pocket, pulled out the big foot-long flashlight, turned it on, then ran out to the back porch again.
Gabriel took the flashlight from her and shone it on the heap that lay on the floor. Niki was collapsed on her stomach, breathing shallowly, her face turned away from them. The knife lay on the floor beside her hand. Gabriel moved forward, kicked the knife well out of her reach, and only then did he stoop to pick it up. The beam of the flashlight plainly showed the damage the hammer had done to her head.
And even as they watched, she tried to heave herself to her knees. What was she, the fucking Terminator?
“Why won’t she die?” Lolly whispered, evidently thinking along the same lines. “What do we have to do, put her in a vat of molten steel?”
And then Niki died, after all, very quietly. The shallow breathing stopped.
Gabriel caught Lolly’s arm, steered her back into the house. Bending down, he snapped up the blanket and wrapped it around her. She was trembling like a leaf, and though there was a lot he needed to do, at the moment holding Lolly was more important than anything else on that list. “Are you okay?”
“Peachy,” she whispered.
“Seriously, look at me.”
She looked up at him, and what he saw assured him that she was indeed okay, or at least as much as someone unaccustomed to violence could be in such a situation. She wasn’t happy, but neither was she collapsing under a ton of misplaced guilt. She’d done what she had to do, and she accepted that.
He kissed her, then left her standing in the middle of the kitchen hugging the blanket to her shivering body, and went back out on the porch. He crouched beside Niki, reached out and touched her throat in search of a pulse. Nothing. He blew out a sigh of relief.
Some of the freezing rain blew onto the porch, settling on Niki’s body and on his bare skin. His feet felt almost as frozen as they had been an hour ago. He wasn’t dressed for this shit, so he left Niki where she was, and went back into the house.