down the line of his body almost against my will； as if I knew what I'd find。 His groin was a red ruin； healing； covered in dried blood。 They'd ripped him up。 If he'd been human he'd have been ruined。 I wasn't a hundred percent sure that he wasn't anyway。 I had to close my eyes for a second。 The room felt hot。
Jamil had let out a hissing breath when he saw what they'd done to Gregory； and his energy burned over my skin； fed by anger and horror。 Strong emotions make shapeshifters leak all over you。 My voice came out in a squeezed whisper； 〃Will he heal？〃
Jamil had to e closer to inspect the wound。 He touched it reluctantly； and Gregory writhed in pain at the gentlest of touches。 〃I think so； if they allow him to change form soon。〃
I tried to pull the gag out of Gregory's mouth and couldn't。 It was too tight。 I broke the leather string that held it in place and threw it on the floor。
Gregory took a sobbing breath and said； 〃Anita； I thought you weren't ing。〃 His blue eyes glistened with unshed tears。
We were almost the same size； so I could touch my forehead to his； hands on either side of his face。 I couldn't stand to see the tears in his eyes； and I couldn't afford to cry in front of the bad guys。 〃I'll always e for you Gregory； always。〃 Seeing him like this； I meant it。 I needed to find a real wereleopard to protect them。 But how was I going to give them away like stray puppies to some stranger？ But that was a problem for another night。
〃Unchain him；〃 I said。
Jamil moved to the manacles and seemed to know just how they worked。 No key was needed。 Great。 Gregory sagged as soon as the first chain went； and I caught him； holding him under the arms。 But when the second wrist restraint opened； his body fell against my leg and he screamed。 Jamil undid the last ankle chain； and I lowered Gregory to the ground as gently as I could。 I was stroking his hair； his upper body cradled in my arms； across my lap； when I had a sense of movement to either side。
Jamil couldn't guard both sides at the same time。 The knives in my boots were trapped under Gregory's body。 It was beautifully timed。 I rolled over Gregory's body； and felt the cloak rush over me； as talons slashed where I'd been。 I went for the boot knife； but never had a chance。 I saw the clawed hand ing for me。 Everything slowed down； like images caught in crystal so that you see every detail。 I seemed to have all the time in the world to draw the knife； or to try and dodge the slashing talons； yet a part of my brain was screaming that there was no time。 I threw myself back onto the floor； felt the air rush over me as the snake man stumbled； so sure of its target that it hadn't been prepared for me to move。 The rest was instinct。 I foot…swept the snake； and it was suddenly on its back。 I got a knife in my right hand； but the snake was on its feet； kicking upward like it had springs in its spine。
I felt more than saw something large and dark leap through the air over me； landing behind me。 My attention was diverted for a fraction of a second； but that was enough。 The one in front darted in； a movement so fast my eyes couldn't follow it。 I put my left arm out； taking the blow； as my right tried to stab forward。 My left arm went numb like it had been hit with a baseball bat。 I could have stabbed into the stomach； but I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and threw myself on my side on the floor as the second claw swept over me。 I slashed at the legs and opened a gash even through the boots。 The snake screamed and limped away。
The second snake came for me； claws outstretched。 I didn't have time to get off the floor or anything else。 I held the knife ready； my left arm only partially useable； and watched the thing fall on me like an iridescent nightmare。 A smaller black blur hit it from the side； and they both crashed into the wall。 It was Meng Die。 The claws ripped into her pale flesh as I watched。
I didn't have time to see more； because Coronus loomed up over me； blood dripping from his neck and shoulder； his shirt shredded。 Sylvie was behind 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 l