Something tapped Sloan on the shoulder. She turned to see a wide snaggletooth grin close enough to gnaw off her nose. The smile was attached to Redhead doll, who had phased halfway through the plaster.

In the millisecond necessary for Sloan to realize the diversion, something rushed her from the opposite direction. Sloan jumped as it lunged with its toy spear of death. The shaft grazed Sloan's leg while the doll, moving too fast for Sloan to tell which, rolled forward and vanished through the floor. Redhead that had distracted her giggled and sank back into the wall.

Hide behind barriers, huh? Sloan had a fix for that. She pushed herself back as a series of daggers plunged through the wall, their tips missing Sloan by centimeters as she wheeled around, planted her foot against the carpet, and launched demolition derby rounds of light into the wall.

(Chapter 24)