This is part two of my work-in-progress. Read Part 1: Unknown
Someone was yelling. Jammary's voice didn't deviate from monotone but how could he have company? She didn't care. She just wanted the shouting to stop. It did. Finally, Camin could go back to sleep. Slowly, she slid her hand under the pillow, grabbed the hilt of her dagger and poured her toxic aura into the blade. She flipped out of bed just as it was reduced to debris.
Camin lunged as another attack split open the floor and the wall. Who would attack her in Jammary’s mansion? How did they get in here? Questions to ask later. The beast seemed determined to cut her to pieces.
The thing was invisible. The attacks came from above. It was flying. Not Jammary.
Had to keep moving. The invader was relentless. Soon the room would fall apart dumping her into the abyss surrounding Jammary’s mansion. Was this thing really that stupid? Was that what it wanted?
She had angered a lot of people but none of them could reach here. This was stupid. Camin held up her palm against the next attack. It slowed but didn't stop. It nearly cut her hand in half.
Her nostrils flared. Desire. For her blood, her flesh. The beast was like Jammary just dumber. Camin shook the toxin off her blade and cut her arm. Desire made fools of them all. She grinned and sliced her neck.
It was on her. Holding her against the wall. No longer invisible. It looked enough like Jammary to be kin which was impossible. The Surrettes were either dead or imprisoned. It held her shoulders not her arms. She drove her poisoned blade into its neck pulled it out then buried it in its heart.
Camin kicked the stunned body away then reached beside the dresser for the bigger blade.
“Touch her and I’ll tear you apart.”
She pulled away from Ivo and turned to Jammary, possessing the doorway.
“I should tear you apart for letting that thing try to eat me,” she said.
“I didn’t let him do anything. I tried to stop him but he hadn't eaten in years. He wouldn’t listen to me.”
Camin pulled the dagger from the body and wiped the blood off on the beast's wing.
"How did it get here?"
Jammary stretched his mouth, dragging his tongue over his sharpen teeth. "Our Custodiaes are dead?"
She lost feeling in her limbs. Camin couldn't breath, didn't want to hope.
"We're free Camin."
She returned Jammary's grin as she tossed the dagger between the eyes of the dead winged beast. Broken Land would be her's again. Her memories would be her's once again.