SkyFall (Taken on the Wing Book 2) by Elizabeth Munro Page B

disappear.
    “ Police, everything alright in there? ”
    “ It ’ s open, ” Soar
hollers. “ We need help! ”
    He doesn't need them thinking he hurt the
naked female seated at his table.
    The two police officers, a man and a
woman, don ’ t need a second invitation. A
piece of glass that must be the size of a building hits the ground on the
opposite side of the camper and the two pile in even as the camper still rocks
in the explosion.
    “ What do you need? ” the female gets her bearings first and
shoves her partner aside.
    “ On
my buddy ’ s balcony a few stories up
watching the lightning, ” Soar rambles like he ’ s overwhelmed. “ The wind sucked her out found her a block
away. ”
    “ Pants, ” Cloud moans. “ The wind took my pants. ”
    “ Yeah,
baby, ” Soar whispers.
    Another teeth-rattling crash shakes the
camper. Little missiles pit the aluminum surface and there ’ s a snap as a window cracks. Soar ’ s grief for his beloved second home will
have to wait.
    “ Spare keys in the visor, ” Soar says to the male who gives a curt
nod and heads to the front. He ’ d done a good job of keeping
his eyes where they should be but Soar ’ s
girl is naked and the cop is, well, male. “ Hold her still. I relocated
her shoulder and gotta get the table out of the way. ”
    The female officer smells sweet with
light floral perfume and cold rain as she presses past and replaces Soar ’ s hands with her own. As the campervan
eases into gear, Soar envisions the old thing riding on rims within a block
considering the layer of glass crunching under the tires.
    “ Hey, sweetheart, ” the cop says to Cloud as Soar takes the
table apart and props it up so it can ’ t fall. “ What ’ s your name? ”
    “ Ch... Ch... Cherry Cooper, ” she
mumbles.
    Damn you, Cooper. I hope you told her
what that means. Then Soar decides he ’ ll skin any gryphon who had
that kind of talk with her.
    “ That ’ s pretty. Is Cherry short for something?
Charlene? ”
    Cloud looks at the police officer in
confusion then calms when she see ’ s Soar. He grabs her a t-shirt
and a pair of his sweats along with the first aid kit.
    “ And who ’ s your friend? ”
    “ Master Soar, ” Cloud answers and Soar
winces.
    “ It ’ s George, Ma ’ am, ” Soar says. “ George
Noble. ”
    “ Hi, George. How many stories up? ”
    “ Six, ” Soar answers as he rolls up the shirt to
get the sleeve on her injured arm first. That way he can get it over her head and
other arm without aggravating her shoulder.
    “ You rode a tornado six stories, Cherry, ” the cop ’ s voice suggests she ignores Cloud ’ s confusion though her pointed look at
Soar is laced with concern.
    “ We ’ re clear of the debris, ” the other officer announces as they get
Cloud to her feet for the pants and Soar sets up the second bed, pulling it out
where the table had been.
    The officer's hands quickly trace around
Cloud's body, the n rest on her palm where she
times Cloud's heart. She retrieves a flashlight and peers into her eyes then
puts it away. Finally her hands feel her scalp and she looks at her fingers
when she's done.
    “ Cherry needs to be seen at the hospital, ” the female says. "A possible broken
ankle, a deep contusion on her wrist . I can't see any sign of head
trauma or internal bleeding but then I'm not a doctor."
    “ Agreed, ” Soar
says though he won't be taking her anywhere. “ You
guys are going to be busy. I ’ ll call for an ambulance but
there ’ s folks in more need than her. ”
    “ It took my pants, Soar, ” Cloud tries and they get her settled in
the corner with a pillow supporting her elbow. The female officer briefly
inspects Soar then nods and they run back towards the debris field. The van sits only a couple of blocks from the broken
buildings and Cloud startles every time a piece of glass falls. Even the click
of the door after the police leave bothers her.
    Soar turns off the lights to give them
some