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gave him the double bird.
    Mitch shook his head in disgust and turned his back, cupping Alana’s shoulder to encourage her inside the bar.
    Before they stepped through the entryway, a shout from the guards made him tense. “Mitch!”
    On instinct, he shielded Alana’s back and propelled them forward. A large glass vase flew passed the side of his head, into the wall in front of them, hitting with a loud thwack. He jerked back as pieces of glass peppered his face leaving tiny bites of pain. His grip on Alana loosened, and she dropped to the floor. She whimpered, the soft sound dissolving his shock and sharpening his focus.
    “Alana, are you hurt?” He glanced down at her crumpled on her knees, her hair, shoulders, and back now covered with glistening shards of the shattered vase.
    His lungs tightened with each passing second that she didn’t respond. He dropped down behind her and winced at the stab of glass through his cargo pants. Hovering over her, he covered her body and glanced over his shoulder. His bodyguards were dragging Steve to the floor, their knees in his back.
    When the threat to their safety vanished, he moved in front of her, the broken glass crunching under his feet. He stared at the shaking hands covering her eyes, and his chest started to throb. The visible skin around her cheeks held tiny scratches with bright red blood. “Alana?”
    Still no response.
    He placed a hand on her forearm, and she jerked at the touch. Damn, what the hell should he do?
    “Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.” He picked pieces of glass from her hair and wiped them from her shoulders. Relief flooded him when she didn’t continue to flinch. He needed to keep himself busy otherwise the fractures in his panic would deepen, and he’d cause a bigger scene.
    Her breathing came in ragged pants. She pulled her hands an inch away from her face and lifted her gaze to look straight through him with rapidly blinking eyes. He supported her shoulders and tried to blow away the glitter of glass particles from her cheeks. The brush of his breath pulled another cry of pain from her throat and she covered her hands over her face again.
    “Christ.” He was useless, with no concept of what to do. “Alana, please, sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong.” He’d tried to protect her and failed.
    “My eyes,” her voice broke.
    “Is she all right?” Mitch glanced at one of the male hotel staff who knelt beside them.
    She let out a sob. “I can’t see.”

Pain slashed through Alana’s vision. Her reaction had come too slow when the heavy vase hit the wall mere inches in front of her. Glass had sliced her face and flown into her eyes. And her worst mistake had been rubbing them to try and dislodge the fragments.
    “She needs an ambulance.” Mitchell’s voice came from beside her, firm and demanding.
    She kept her eyes squeezed shut and reached out a hand to grasp his shirt. He responded immediately, pulling her into the protective warmth of his embrace.
    She couldn’t see.
    Whenever she opened her eyes, the burn of fire greeted her and everything came into view in a kaleidoscope of blurred images. Even the soft breeze of the air conditioner made her snap her lids shut again. If this was permanent, she wouldn’t be able to work, and she’d lose the limited independence she cherished.
    A snap of bright light came through the darkness. Once, twice, three times. She flinched with each burst of illumination.
    “Get those assholes out of here. And I want every photo destroyed!” Mitchell’s ferocious bark made her wince. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll get you out of here in a sec.” Both his arms cuddled her close, and she sunk further into the embrace. “Has someone called an ambulance?”
    “Umm, excuse me, Mr. Davies. If her eyes are the problem, she would be best to see an optometrist.” The man’s voice was young and filled with unease. “The hospitals aren’t equipped to handle complicated sight problems and usually only