Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 388
and she heard the voice here.
"Who are you talking to?" asked her uncle. He had come
up behind her. She whirled, hands behind her on the chest.
"Nobody," she said. Her voice sounded strained to her
own ears.
Her uncle’s eyes narrowed. He eyed the door, then
walked over to it.
No. It all broke in her like a dam, and before she knew
what she was doing Tamsin grabbed a brass vase from the table
and ran at her uncle. She swung the vase up at his head with
all her strength; it made a satisfying crunch, and he fell over
without a sound.
She flung the door open and practically fell through it-into
Jordan’s arms. "Let’s get out of here," he said simply, and
closed the door behind her.
There was only one lifeline for her now, and Tamsin took
it. She grabbed Jordan’s hand tightly, and ran with him.