Chapter 170

My ears popped and blood dripped from my nose, but bit by bit I fought my way back until the pain receded. I took a full, slow breath. Rolling onto my back, I blinked up at the clouds through bleary eyes, my thumb and forefinger pressed against my nostrils to staunch the bleeding.

Motion flickered in the corner of my vision, and I turned my head to find Rafael squatting nearby, watching me, one hand over his mouth.

"At least this'll make for a juicy entry in my Jezebel file, right?" The bitter words scorched my throat.

He poured some water from a plastic bottle over his handkerchief and gave them both to me. "Yes." He said it like it was penance.

I scrubbed my face, washed off the dried blood, and drank deeply.

When I tried to stand up, Rafael was there to help, but I declined his outstretched hand and got myself on my feet. Standing was the extent of my abilities, however, so I allowed Rafael to get us to the airport and check us in without arousing too much suspicion.