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Tella was far from her full strength, but she rallied what she had. She swiped with both hands and kicked out one leg. At first she attempted to scare rather than fight. But a few heartbeats later it became clear the Undead Queen was not lying about maiming Tella’s face. Her Handmaidens aimed for Tella’s eyes and cheeks, scratching and clawing until everything erupted into painful bursts of chaos.
Tella slashed more wildly with her claws, raking against one Handmaiden’s arm with enough force to draw blood.
But there was no blood.
Only smoke poured from the Handmaiden’s wound.
Tella staggered backward as the Handmaiden then vanished before her eyes. “Dirty hells!”
A few seconds later, the Handmaiden was back, hazy around the edges, as if she was a little less corporeal than before. But definitely not a ghost. Ghosts weren’t supposed to be able to claw and wound.
Now fighting for breath, Tella kept swinging and kicking. “What are you?”
“I’m disappointed you have to ask.” The Undead Queen formed a fist.
A second later one Handmaiden punched Tella’s stomach with bruising force. Tella’s back hit the hard ground, and the air knocked out from her lungs in one aching surge.
Crunch.
A slipper found her wrist and ground down impossibly hard.
Tella screamed. Her bones were shattered. Her heart was sluggish and her head was spinning. But even with her back pressed against the ground she kept swinging with her other hand, harder than before. She scratched and clawed and swiped. Every time she managed to wound a Handmaiden the maiden would magically vanish only to reappear seconds later. Tella wanted to deny it—she’d had enough life-altering realizations for one day—but clearly these were not actors or participants who’d taken the game too far. These were the real Fates.
They didn’t bleed because they weren’t human.
Tella’s knees might have buckled if she wasn’t already lying on the ground. How were all these Fates breaking free? Jacks should have warned her there were more running around, with murder on their minds.
Why don’t you just give in? Death’s voice twisted its way into Tella’s thoughts.
“Never!” Tella gritted out.
“What was that?” said the Undead Queen.
“Those cards you want will never be yours,” Tella groaned. “Once I give them to Legend, he’ll make sure you all vanish for good.”
Her Handmaidens hissed again, increasing the ferocity of their attack, but for a moment Tella felt no pain as she realized the truth behind what she’d just said: Her mother’s Deck of Destiny wasn’t merely the item that had been imprisoning the Fates. According to the Undead Queen, her mother’s deck was also the object capable of destroying the Fates.
Tella’s world was a blur of pain, but what she needed to do was suddenly clear. To win Caraval, Tella just needed to find her mother’s Deck of Destiny. That was the object Legend wanted.
But whatever victory this thought brought was short-lived.
“If you will not help us we will use you to show others what happens to those who defy the Fates,” said the Undead Queen.
“No wonder a witch put you inside a card, I’d imprison you just to shut you up,” Tella slurred. Her entire body was screaming, she was still on the ground, but until this point her claws had kept the Handmaidens from fully grabbing and subduing her. She just needed to keep fighting long enough for someone else to come.
Why hadn’t Dante followed her this time?
Or maybe he had but wasn’t there yet. If he appeared, she’d be nicer this time.
Dark whorls swam in her vision. Tella swiped harder, slashing someone’s calf. But again it only made the Handmaiden disappear briefly.
“Finish her,” said the queen. “We’re running out of time.”
The slipper ground harder against Tella’s shattered wrist, pulverizing her bones to dust and making her want to cry tears of pure pain as both Handmaidens bent toward her, lowering their claws closer to her face. She knew they’d planned to maim her, but now it seemed they wanted her dead.
Tella ceased swinging her uninjured arm for one precious moment and then, crying through the pain, she raised both arms and drove her claws deep into both of their ankles.
The Handmaidens howled and turned to smoke. A ragged heartbeat was all Tella had before they’d reappear again. With her uninjured arm she shoved up from the rocky ground, gasping with every breath, and ran straight off the edge.
