You have nothing to do with the baby’s look and gender. All your thinking becomes enfolded with its look, gender, name, and upbringing. The next the door had shut this terrible vision out, and she was back in the little hallway with Todd at her side.When you become pregnant with a baby, numerous things surround your mind. One moment Tammy had been staring into Zeffer's stricken face, while the men closed in on him from behind, and the sky seethed overhead. Then-summoning one last Herculean effort of will-he gave Tammy a tiny smile and closed the door in her face. There was a long moment when in fact he did nothing only teetered on the threshold, his eyelids growing lazy. He had his eyes fixed on Tammy as he did so, as though he was drawing the power to do whatever he was planning to do from her.
Zeffer threw back his head, and caught hold of the edge of the door with his unmaimed hand. The question went from her head the next instant, driven out by a wail of demand from below. Then Duke Goga came at Zeffer again and drove his sword through the middle of his back. They had a moment only to look at one another. He simply let the woman he had adored pick him up, and with the same nearly supernatural strength Tammy herself had felt just moments before, Katya pitched Zeffer through the open door.Īnd while she regretted, (if regretting was what she was doing) Tammy continued to haul Todd after her up the stairs.įor an instant, he lifted his eyes, and his eyes met Tammy's.
And Zeffer in turn did nothing to save himself. Tammy was too concerned with reclaiming Todd from the threshold to do anything to save Zeffer. Todd retreated, and as he did so Katya caught hold of Zeffer by the hair and lifted him up. Todd muttered to himself.Christ oh Christ oh Christ. The veins at his temples were throbbing, his mouth was slack his blood-shot eyes seemed to have difficulty focusing on her.Ĭhrist. But she'd never seen the look of stupefaction he wore right now. She was probably more familiar with his face, and with his limited palette of expressions, than she was with her own. He stared at his maimed hand for a moment, then he turned from his mutilator and stumbled back towards the door. Blood spurted out from the wounds, and Zeffer let out a cry that was one part disbelief to two of agony. The Duke lifted his sword and brought it down in a great swooping arc that cut through the meat of Zeffer's right hand, taking off all four of his fingers, and the top half of his thumb. Whether the Duke took this harmless motion as some attempt at aggression, and reacted to protect himself, or whether he simply wanted to do harm Tammy would never know. Only now, as he stumbled across the ground before them, did Zeffer raise his arms to protect himself against the swordsmen. She started up the stairs, pulling Todd after her. Tammy didn't give her a chance to snap out of the trance. So she hauled on his arm again, yelling for him to get away from the door, and this time her message got through to him.
That was not to say that she didn't want Todd safe from this place from the house and all its inhabitants, especially Katya. She was simply staring at the door as though she could see through it to the horror on the other side.īy now Tammy had recovered sufficiently to grab hold of Todd's arm and pull him back from the threshold. The sight of Zeffer's execution had momentarily distracted Katya from any further mischief. If they wanted to get in so badly, why didn't they simply break the glass or splinter the doors? Why didn't they simply break in, she wondered? They weren't, after all, insubstantial.
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