Book Two: Chapter 25

Tink took the opportunity to strike the whirring blades with her hammer. Sparks sprayed across the door and one of the blades broke off, stuck in the wood. She repeated the process on the other blade and it bent down, jamming in place. The door rattled, the chair trying to pull free.

“Good work.” He patted her on the head. The machetes were smacking against the door, but he doubted they could get any sort of speed with the chair stuck so close to it. “What the hell was that thing?”

“Spare parts and hell incarnate.” Cecilia said. She floated above the room, casting her gaze toward the floor. “I don’t see anything like that in here.”

“What is this place?” He walked toward the wall, looking for a light switch. Failing to find one, he noticed a lamp built into the wall. It had no bulb in it nor any wiring. Carmina jumped off his collar and turned into a ball of light, landing inside. The scattered glow lit the room enough for a better look around.

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