“f**k!” I cursed, lying flat on my stomach, then crawled through the glass to Fiona where I shielded her lithe body with my own.
“It’s okay, we’re okay,” I said quickly, even as she started to hyperventilate. “We’re fine. They don’t know we’re not armed—they don’t know we’re not armed. They’re not going to come in. Not yet.”
I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight, even as the other windows were blown out and glass rained down. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over; at least for the moment—after which I lifted my head, slowly, cautiously, and listened.
Nothing. A squawk of a pterodactyl, maybe, way off in the distance.
“Leif?” managed Fiona, groggily. “Are you there?”
I squeezed her tightly, stunned that she couldn’t feel it. “Shh-shhh,” I said, stroking her hair
