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nd him； struggling with Marco； trying to get past him to follow Coronus。 Her lovely hands had turned into claws； though the rest of her was still human。 The really powerful shapeshifters could do that partially change at will。
Jamil was in the far corner； fighting with two of the snake men。 Gregory was flowing with fur； changing shape； helpless until he was finished。 I didn't have time to look at the other half of the room。 Coronus was almost on me； and I was out of time。 I did the only thing I could think of。 I up…ended the knife and threw it at him。 I didn't wait to see if it would hit。 I was already moving towards the nearest wall and the collection of blades。 I had my hand on the hilt of a sword when Coronus slashed my back open。 I fell to my knees screaming； but my right hand stayed on the sword； and I jerked it from the wall brackets as I fell。 I turned； putting my left side to him。 He sliced open my left shoulder； but it didn't hurt like my back had。 Either the wound was deeper； or I was losing the feeling in that arm。 I used the seconds I had the ones he used to cut me and it didn't hurt to turn the sword in my right hand and plunge it backwards； behind me without turning to see where he was。 It was as if I could feel him behind me； as if I knew just where he stood。 I felt the blade bite into flesh。 I shoved upward； ing to my feet with the force of the blow； shoving the blade backwards； inwards； through him； as hard as I could。 I had never done anything like that before； but the movement felt like old memory。 And I knew it wasn't my memory。 It wasn't my body that remembered now to turn the sword as I turned my body to do extra damage； scrambling internal organs as I drew the blade out； and raised it over the kneeling figure。 I raised the sword one…handed。 This I knew how to do。 I'd been taking heads off of bodies for years。 The blade was on its downward stroke when he screamed； 〃Enough！〃 I didn't stop or even hesitate。
It was Jamil who launched himself into me； over the man's bowed head。 He pinned me to the wall； one hand on my wrist； while I fought him。 〃Anita； Anita！〃
I looked up at him； and it was as if I was just realizing who he was； or what he was doing。 I'd known； but only in theory； my body had been about to take the snake man's head。 My body relaxed in Jamil's grip； but he didn't let me go。
〃Talk to me； Anita。〃
〃I'm alright。〃
〃He gives。 We win。 You get your leopards。〃 His hand went to my hand where it still gripped the sword。 〃Ease down； you won。〃
I tried to keep the sword； but Jamil wasn't happy until I let him take it。 Then he moved slowly away from me； and I was left looking down at Coronus still kneeling on the floor； holding his claws against the blood that was flowing from his side。 He looked up at me and coughed； a little blood touching his lips。 He licked it off。 〃You nicked a lung。〃
〃It's not silver。 You'll heal。〃
He laughed； but it seemed to hurt him。 〃We'll all heal；〃 he said。
〃You better hope Gregory heals；〃 I said。
His black eyes flicked up to me； and there was something in that look that I didn't like。 〃What is it； Coronus； what puts such unease in your eyes？〃 I went to my knees in front of him。 My left arm hung nearly useless at my side； but it wasn't numb anymore。 A deep burning pain was working its way from the wounds at my shoulder and lower back。 I purposefully didn't look at them。 I could feel the blood flowing down my skin in tickling lines。 I kept my gaze on Coronus's eyes。
He met my eyes for a minute while Jamil loomed over us； then Coronus's gaze did a small slide to his right。 I followed his look and saw Nathaniel across the wide room for the first time clearly。 The world swam in streams of color； and I would have fallen to the floor if my right arm hadn't caught me。 It was partly from blood loss and shock； but not all of it was from the wounds。 I could hear Coronus speaking through the dizziness and the nausea。
His words were tripping over each other。 〃Remember that it was the hyenas who made us stop。 They who decreed that nothing else was to be done until your arrival。 We would never have been so cruel unless we intended to kill him。〃
My vision cleared； and all I could do was stare。 Nathaniel was nude； hanging from his wrists； ankles chained like Gregory's had been。 But Nathaniel was facing the room。 Knives bisected each tricep。 Smaller blades had been forced through each hand so he couldn't close his fingers around them。 Thin knives had been forced through the bulk of the muscles just above each of his collarbones。 Then the swords began。
Sword blades stuck out just below his collarbones。 The blades gleamed silver； sprinkled with drying blood。 Unlike the knives； the swords had been shoved in from behind so you couldn't see the hilts。
A wide curved sword stuck out of Nathaniel's right side； through the meat of his body。 There were more； too big to be knives； too small to be swords； bisecting his thighs； his calves。
I was on my feet and didn't even remember standing up。 I was walking towards him； my left arm hanging down； blood spilling from my fingers。 The thing that I hadn't expected when I saw the damage was his eyes。 Those lilac eyes of his were open； staring at me； full of things that I didn't want to understand。 A gag filled his mouth； cut across that long auburn hair。 He watched me with wide eyes as I walked to him。
I stood in front of Nathaniel and tried to get the gag out of his mouth； but I couldn't do it one…handed。 Faust was there； breaking the thong； helping me take it out gently。 I touched Nathaniel's mouth； trying to stop him from making any noise。 I looked down the length of his body。 All the blood！ All the blood drying； stiff and tacky against his skin。 I couldn't not look at the blades； and from inches away I saw something that couldn't be true。 I lowered my hand from his mouth towards the sword blade that protruded from his upper chest。 I touched the dried blood； rubbed at it with my fingertips。 Nathaniel made a small moan。 I didn't stop； I had to be sure。 I cleared the blood enough to see； enough to feel that his skin had closed around the blades。 In the two hours it had taken me to get to this room； his body had reknit itself with the blades inside of him。
I dropped to my knees as if I'd been hit between the eyes。 I tried to say something； but no sound came out。 Jamil was there； kneeling beside me。 I grabbed a handful of the leather straps across his chest。 There was fresh blood on him； wounds in his arms and chest。
I finally managed to say； 〃How； how do we 。。。 fix this？〃
He looked up at Nathaniel。 〃We pull the blades out。〃
I shook my head。 〃Help me up。〃 The blood loss and the sheer horror were catching up with me。 I felt sick； dizzy。 Jamil helped me stand in front of Nathaniel。 〃Do you understand what we're going to have to do？〃
Nathaniel looked at me with those purple eyes of his。 〃Yes；〃 he said； softly； almost no sound at all。
I gripped the knife that was in his quadricep； hand wrapping around the hilt。 My lower lip was trembling； and my eyes felt hot。 I stared into his eyes； no flinching； no looking away。 I took a deep breath； and I pulled it out。 His eyes closed； his head thrust backwards；