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The sound died in her throat as the pain broke off, as swiftly as it had come. There was an abrupt, sickening blackness. Madison crouched by the inert body, teeth chattering. Her heart was hopping about in her chest like a demented frog, making it difficult to breathe.
She steadied herself, reaching out a tentative hand to his neck, feeling for a pulse. His skin was colder than hers, but the beat there was strong. Dark cap, dark beard, dark overcoat. A touch confirmed it. She withdrew her hand quickly from the greasy collar of the coat.
The man was a derelict, one of the homeless who lived on the street and slept in doorways or wherever else they could find. She blew out a breath. She felt around in the dark for the slim, gold evening purse that held her mobile phone.
Find the bag, get the phone, get help, get the hell out. Triumphantly she located the fine chain of the handle and pulled. When the chain gave way, she almost lost her balance. Totally confused, she found the broken end and traced it back, groaning as realisation dawned. She was going to have to kneel down, to push him out of the way. With a sigh, she hitched up the hem of her dress. After three unsuccessful attempts to roll him over she gave up.
They were completely alone; off the road, at the mouth of the alley that opened into the narrow area in front of the shops, that had been used for parking. Residents were still parking there, and would be until the building site was finished. Madison scanned the scattering of cars. No other human being in sight. The foyer of her apartment block glowed invitingly, just yards away.
It might have been on the far side of the moon. She could be along the road in less than a minute, but if a car reversed in here while she was gone, trying to park—. She sat back on her heels. She had to get him somewhere safe. Safer than this, anyway. Which meant he had to be awake. Offering up a brief, silent prayer, she leaned over to tap his cheek. Tapped a little harder when she felt the flicker of movement.
Breath hissed in her throat as his head flopped sideways, into a small patch of light, and she saw the green and yellow of old bruises on the side of his face and neck. Blood was welling from a fresh cut over one eye. Two angels. No accent. He was squinting at her, fingers feeling up into his hairline. What did you hit me with? Madison was too busy helping with his efforts to sit up to argue the point.
Boy he was big. And still uncoordinated. She dodged a flailing hand. Not like she expected a date to smell, but bearable.
With a brief pang for her dress, she knelt forward, bracing her arm to let him pull himself up. A surge of vertigo swept out of him and over her, then was gathered up and gone. Somehow he managed to get his feet under him and they made it over to a low wall. He collapsed on to it with a groan, dropping his head into his hands. Did you punch me, or what?
Yeah, right. Madison found a handkerchief and handed it over. He mopped at the cut, looking around vaguely. Uh — couple of weeks ago. I was sleeping … Three weeks?
Yeah — three weeks. Opened it. And found her sleek, black phone was now in about six pieces. She prodded it. It was clearly beyond hope. No boyfriend. The mayor, people like that. What are you doing standing here, discussing your social life with a bleeding man? Need to take control here. Madison stared at him. Five minutes ago you were out cold. He was laughing at her. Her teeth were chattering.
Her dress, her bag and her phone were probably beyond repair. Anyone with an ounce of common sense would have walked away already. His chin was slumped, the wide shoulders drooped and his arms were buried in the folds of his disgusting coat, holding himself precariously together.
She could feel the need, clawing inside her like cramp. She was never going to walk away. Not from something like this. A reckless exhilaration was fizzing in her blood. Her ears were still ringing with it. She had to get him somewhere safe, where she could assess him properly. Which meant she was going to help him, whether he wanted it or not.
Before he could protest, or evade, she shoved her shoulder under his and began to pilot him up the street. Her hand on his wrist stopped him slipping out of her hold. She was pretty sure he knew it too, which was why he stopped trying to shake her off. No way! Mind the step. They were both breathing heavily.
It tweaked her conscience, but not much. Her shoulders were aching and they were almost at the door. The lights in the foyer skewered his eyeballs like lasers.
With one thing on his mind — getting off his feet before he fell down — he changed tack, towing his captor towards the nearest sofa and flopping out of her grasp into the soft depths. Absently he stroked the red leather. Nice place his angel lived in.
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