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Several gasps moved the air.
A flicker of something—Fear? Disbelief?—crossed Domren’s face, then he pulled his sword. “Kill the deathweaver!”
My heart exploded in my chest as the room detonated into violence, every soldier lunging, swiping, charging at me.
Fight. I had to fight!
I thrust out my arms. Shadows spiraled from one hand, only to create frenzied arcs that pushed some soldiers back before they seeped into my other hand. A blade whistled by my ear, another grazed my arm.
I yelped and rolled sideways before I scrambled to my feet. Shadows. I needed more shadows!
Retreating toward the wall, I bought myself time and focused on my void. On that obsidian box surrounded by even blacker darkness. I closed it. Locked it. Gave the shadows nowhere to go but outward.
I wasn’t a void.
I was a deathweaver.
Feared by all.
Shadows writhed in my core—scratching, scraping, clawing their way through my ribs with cruel nips and bites. Violent heat rushed through my veins, turning me hot, turning me itchy, making my skin pulse as if I no longer fit my casing. Unbearable!
Seething darkness burst from my seams, billowing out from the tatters of my dress. Whip-like ropes of shadows lashed out from me, reaching for necks, pulling legs from beneath bodies, yanking weapons from grasping hands. They killed, slashed, and slayed, each terrorized scream bringing another lift to the corners of my mouth.
I was powerful, invulnerable.
Until I wasn’t.
“Fucking die already!” Domren shouted just as he, in a blink of an eye, thrust something at me.
A whistle cut the air.
One if his daggers embedding itself in my thigh.
A guttural scream tore from my lungs, more wrath than agony. It wasn’t pain that flooded my senses when I pulled the blade from my body, it was rage, hotter and more consuming than before.
He’d raped me. He’d whored me out. He’d hurt me.
Well, I was doing the hurting now.
Starting with him!
Domren, his face twisted in a snarl, lunged at me, sword arcing down toward me. My shadows met his blade, a screech of dark against steel echoing in the air. He was strong, but the shock of the clash traveled up his arm, ripping a pained scream from him.
Summoning every last reserve of strength, I lunged forward, ignoring the remaining soldiers closing in on me from all sides. I grabbed his face, fingertips finding purchase in the socket of an eye, the corner of his mouth, around a cheekbone. Shadows slithered into every cavity, the fine blood vessels on his skin going from maroon to purple to black.
Beautiful!
He howled, letting his sword clank to the ground before he yanked my hand off him. Staggering, burying his face in his palms, he collapsed to the floor. Black offshoots spread across his entire body, squeezing tighter the more he twitched…
Until he stilled.
My breath stopped.
Had I… had I killed him?
A violent jerk snapped my head back. A handful of my hair clenched in a soldier’s fist, who looked at me from a shadow and blood-streaked face. Cold steel pressed against the vulnerable flesh of my throat, lethality poised inches from my jugular.
This was it.
