The bed creaked; feet struck the floor.
‘I fix you for this!’ Toni snarled. He pul ed open the door.
In the light from the passage Baird saw blood running down Toni’s face. Four deep scratches, just missing his eyes, were like deep red ruts in his face.
The girl crouched on the bed. She was naked to the waist. Some of Toni’s blood was smeared on her shoulder. Her eyes smouldered as she glared at Toni.
‘Get out and stay out!’ she said, stil keeping her voice low.
Toni snarled at her, his hand to his face. He went out and slammed the door.
‘You all right?’ Baird asked hoarsely, crawling over to the bed.
He heard the girl slide off the bed on the opposite side.
‘I’m all right,’ she said curtly. ‘Are you bleeding again?’
‘I don’t think so.’ Baird pul ed himself up on to the bed and lay flat, his breath coming in long, painful gasps. ‘You didn’t have to do that for me.’