Nance flung up an arm, palm open, but he was ready for that and slapped her hand aside, never even catching a glimpse of the dark tunnel, let alone those little red eyes. Then they were both falling, and he was on top of her, her breath hot and rapid in his face. "Deke! Deke! I need that shit, Deke, my interview, it’s the only . . . I gotta . . . gotta . . ." She twisted her face away, crying into the wall. "Please, God, please don’t . . ."