Nathaniel, who had moved to stand beside Mortmain on the sidelines of the melee, laughed.Ī sizzling bolt of hatred went through Tessa, shocking her with its intensity. Her parasol skittered from her hand as she struck the ground, her body twitching, her eyes open and glassy. It hit Jessamine square in the chest, knocking her backward. A bolt of streaky red fire shot from the metal tube.
You-” He snapped his fingers, pointing at an automaton, one that had something that looked like a metal tube welded to its right wrist. The whirling edge of it sliced through the legs of two of the creatures, sending them toppling forward to flop on the ground like landed fish. Jessamine laughed at the sight and laid about her with her parasol. The machine man staggered backward, whirring loudly, red sparks spraying from its chest like blood. Lunging forward with his sword, he sheared through the chest of a creature who was lurching toward him, hands outstretched. Jessamine thrust Tessa behind her, toward the stairs at the back of the entryway, and moved forward with her parasol whirling. It was Jessamine, yanking her backward as Thomas, having released Sophie, dived in front of her. “Tessa! Get out of the way!” A cold little hand caught at her wrist.
She looked around wildly, but could no longer see the tiny angel. Mortmain, noticing a beat too late what was going on, shouted, and the other creatures lurched into motion, surging toward Tessa. She couldn’t help but be reminded somehow of a sketch she’d seen of an angry gentleman at a garden party waving off bees. The sparks stung Tessa’s neck like a shower of hot cinders, but she barely noticed the creature’s arms loosened around her, and she wrenched herself away as it spun and staggered, its arms jerking blindly in front of it.
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