Tangled Threads (Page 66)

There was no real judgment in her voice, no condemnation in her tone, just weariness, the same weariness I felt right now. But her words still hurt. I knew that my being the Spider was the thing that stood between us. My deadly skills might have saved us tonight, but they were also tearing us apart now. Maybe forever.

All I wanted to do right now was put my arms around Bria and make sure she was really okay. Tell her-no, promise her-that everything was going to be okay, just as I had when we were both little girls and she skinned her knee or lost her favorite doll.

But we were both too old for such childish things now, and there was just too much between us. Too much history, too much emotion, too many things left unsaid and undone.

Bria’s eyes met and held mine. With all our feelings shining there inside for the other to see. Her shock. My hope. And no resolution to either one in sight.

Then my baby sister got to her feet and stalked off into the darkness to make her call.

I sat there huddled on the cold, loose gravel, slowly moving my body and cataloguing my injuries while I waited for Bria to come back. Elektra LaFleur hadn’t beaten me as badly as Elliot Slater had, but the other assassin hadn’t pulled her punches either. My face had already started to bruise and swell from where she’d hit me, and not all of the blood on me was hers. A slow, steady trickle of it slid down my face from a cut that she’d opened on my left cheekbone. Ugly, nasty, electrical burns also covered most of my exposed skin, especially on my hands and arms.

But I could still move, still walk, talk, and breathe, so I wasn’t too concerned. Jo-Jo Deveraux could heal anything short of death. I might hurt like hell, but I’d live until I got to the dwarven Air elemental healer.

A few minutes later, Bria returned. She clutched a small silver cell phone in her hand that she passed down to me.

"Here," she said in a quiet voice. "That’s LaFleur’s phone. I got it out of the back of the limo where she left it. I didn’t want to go digging through the giants’ pockets to find theirs."

I didn’t have to ask her why-because I’d slashed into the men with my silverstone knives, filleting them like fish, until there was probably more blood on the ground around them than was still left in their bodies. Even now, I could hear the gravel of the train yard muttering all around me, the stones whispering of all the dark, ugly, bloody things that had been done here tonight.

"I thought that you might want to call your friend Finnegan Lane first," Bria said. "Before I do my thing."

"Thank you," I said and dialed Finn’s number.

It rang only once before he picked it up.

"Where the hell are you!?" Finn screamed in my ear. "We’ve been looking everywhere for you!"

I winced at his voice blaring out at me. "I’m fine. I’m back at the train yard. LaFleur jumped me behind the Pork Pit and decided to take me for a little drive tonight."

"Well, I hope that you had the good sense to kill her for interrupting your evening," Finn sniffed. "And for making us worry."

"I did. But I wasn’t the only one that she nabbed. Bria’s here with me."

Silence. I could hear Finn thinking through the phone. He knew that in order to kill LaFleur I’d had to show Bria who I really was-and exactly what I was capable of.

"And how is she taking the news?" Finn finally asked.

I looked over at my sister, who was crouched down and examining LaFleur’s body, along with my silverstone knife, which was still stuck in the assassin’s chest. "Well, she hasn’t screamed and run away yet. I suppose that’s something."

"Sit tight," Finn said. "We’ll be there in ten minutes."

"Don’t worry," I said in a wry tone. "I’m not going anywhere."

I hung up the phone and held it back out to Bria. "He’ll be here in ten minutes. It’ll take the po-po at least twenty to get here. So go ahead and make your call, if you want."

She nodded. Bria started to take the phone from me, but before she could touch it, the cell started ringing. My eyes narrowed. I hadn’t given Finn the number, and there was only one person I knew of who would have a reason to call LaFleur right now.

So I snapped the phone open and answered it. "Hello, Mab."

Silence.

I waited a few seconds. After it became apparent that she wasn’t going to answer me, I decided to initiate the conversation.

"Your girl LaFleur’s dead," I said in the cheeriest tone that I could manage, considering the fact that I’d almost been electrocuted tonight. I stared at the other assassin’s body. "And growing colder by the second."

"You." Mab’s voice was dark, cold, and ugly in my ear.

"Me," I replied, a bucket of sunshine in comparison. "You’ve been busy since the last time we talked. When was that? Oh, yeah. The night that I killed Elliot Slater at his quaint little mountain retreat."

More silence.

Bria just stared at me, listening to my side of the conversation with the Fire elemental. My sister’s mouth tightened into a thin line.

"I have to admit that you gave me a good fight this time," I said. "Hiring LaFleur to come to Ashland to try to kill me was an inspired move, since it was so obvious that none of your own men were going to get the job done. Too bad you backed the wrong horse. Again. But that seems to be a bad habit of yours. One that I’m going to end very, very soon."

"So you killed LaFleur tonight," Mab snarled. "So what? It’s not going to save you in the end, Spider."

"Probably not," I murmured, staring up at Bria. "But it sure as hell was fun."

I hung up the phone and passed it back to Bria. It started ringing again the second that she touched it, but she waited until it had stopped before turning away from me, flipping it open, and calling in her kidnapping.

While she did that, I picked up one of my wayward knives and used the hilt to draw my spider rune into the gravel right next to LaFleur’s body. Mab already knew I’d been here, of course, but I wanted to drive the point home to her, so to speak.

A few minutes later, just as Bria was finishing up her call, a pair of headlights popped into view at the far end of the train yard. By this point, I’d managed to get to my feet and retrieve all of my silverstone knives, so I palmed one of the weapons, just in case the vehicle held more of Mab’s men. Bria didn’t have a weapon; she picked a long piece of pipe up out of the junk in the train yard and held it down by her side. She came up to stand beside me, even though she didn’t look at me.

Tires crunched on the gravel, and a large silver SUV rolled over to us. The doors opened, and Finn got out of the passenger’s side. I expected Sophia Deveraux to hop out of the driver’s seat, but to my surprise, Owen slid out of the vehicle instead.