Page 31 of Just One Look
He smiled, feeling better about his day. “Sorry. Shout you a beer, Marko?” He glanced at the two women. A glass of wine in front of Elizabeth, which she’d had possibly two sips of, and some sort of fizzy water with lime for Nyree, who’d drunk half of it. “Another of those, Nyree?”
“Yeh,” she said. “Sure.” It was more of a gasp, and she had her hand at the side of her head.
“Laztana,”Marko said, with even more of that intense frown, “you OK? Contraction? What?”
“No,” she said, on another gasp. “Head hurts, that’s all. The light … hurts. Blurry. Dizzy.” She swayed a little where she sat. “Migraine. I’ve had it for a few days, but it …”
Elizabeth said, “Are her eyes normally puffy like that?”
“No,” Marko said. “Or her face, either. That’s odd.”
“Swimming,” Nyree said. “That’s why. And migraine.”
Elizabeth jumped up. No knocking over the chair this time. She said, “Stay there,” and disappeared through the doors at a walk so fast, it was nearly a run.
Marko looked at Luka, Luka looked back at him, Nyree closed her eyes and put a protective hand on her belly, and Luka thought,Wait.
