A hand settled on her back.
"What's wrong?"
Iyisha spit to the side and pushed herself upright, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she forced her breathing to slow.
"My stomach," she muttered. "Acting up."
"Marybeth," Malcolm called from the door. "Take her back."
Iyisha didn't argue as Marybeth took her arm and guided her away from the doorway, the sounds of impact and low moans fading just enough as they moved.
They sat near Lance.
Iyisha looked back once, her eyes finding Malcolm at the front as he held the line while the others worked the opening.
She bit her lip.
"I'll go with them," Marybeth said.
Iyisha looked at her, a quick nod coming with it.
"Watch Malcolm," she said.
Marybeth raised a brow.
"Yeah, yeah," she said. "I'll make sure Malcolm is safe."
The sarcasm landed flat but light enough.
Iyisha gave a small smile.
"Go," she said. "Be careful."
Marybeth nodded once and headed back.
Aljun looked at her.
