Chapter Nine
“Look at ‘um sleeping,” a voice growled in the darkness. “Precious fings, ain’t they?”
A growl rumbled in the darkness.
“Such a shame that they ain’t ever gonna wake up, ain’t it?”
A blade was unsheathed, and one of the assailants took few muted steps in the shadows.
“I’m gonna start with this one right here. Pretty fing…”
The blade was raised into the air, and the figure’s muscles grew taut. The blade came down—
Something whistled through the darkness, landing with the sound of a cushion being punched. There was a gurgle as the figure crumpled into a pile on the floor.
The other attacker growled again, then spun and swiped at the darkness where the whistle had come from. Another whistle, another two pillow punches, and the second figure crumpled as well, making a heav
