By pulling him into the doorway, his attacker gave herself the whole wall as barrier-and his body as barrier, too, and behind her there was nothing but an empty room. “Stand down!” And he was trying to think what to do-five seconds-but he had sent every soldier before him as a buffer and kept none behind. He was not pleased to hear that it sounded like a yelp. Her claws sank into his side, through his clothing and into his flesh, and her knife sank a little deeper, too. “Kill them!”Īs though following his command, one of the soldiers made a move toward Jael, raising his sword toward the chimaera who held him. “No no no!” The fallen thing’s voice was dark with fury. The space in between seconds was strung with their shock and clotted with Razgut’s cries. Throaty, amused.Īll that his men had had time to do was swing their heads around to stare. Another sting, another cut, and a laugh from over his shoulder. The blade was sharp and she was not careful with it. “So sorry,” came a voice-a feminine whisper close to his ear. Jael thought his throat was slashed and he panicked, but he could still breathe.
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