The Spider

31

I stayed where I was, still and silent, and thought about my options.

I had none, really. I could let Sebastian beat his sister, or I could step into the library, take my chances with his trap, and try to worm my out of his sticky web—

Crack.

Another slap, another soft whimper from Charlotte, made up my mind.

“All right,” I called out. “All right. I’m coming into the library.”

My knife still in my hand, I eased through the open doors, around the fireplace, and into the right half of the library. Porter stood off to the side, a gun clenched in his beefy hand. As soon as I stepped into range, he aimed the weapon at my heart, his finger curling around the trigger. I tensed, wondering if I could throw my knife at him before he got off a shot.

“Easy, Porter,” Sebastian called out. “I want to have a little chat with Gin first. Besides, if you shoot her now, we won’t be able to have any fun with her later.”

The thought of all that fun was enough to make Porter leer at me and slowly lower his gun. I ignored the giant and focused on the real danger, the real threat, my real enemy.

Sebastian stood in front of his father’s desk, one hand on Charlotte’s shoulder to hold her in place in front of him. The girl’s hand was pressed to her cheek and the hot, red welts there. Tears streaked down her face.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” I said in a soft, soothing voice. “He’s never going to hit you again. Not after I get done with him.”

Charlotte stared back at me with big, frightened eyes. I could see the doubt in her gaze—and the faint hope too.

Sebastian let out a sinister laugh. “The only one who’s dying here tonight is you, Gin.”

“Please. You dropped a couple of tons of rock on me, and I still walked away from it,” I said. “And that was when I was weak, drugged, and disoriented. You really think that you can go toe-to-toe with me and win? You’re fooling yourself.”

Sebastian’s laughter died down, and he eyed me. “And you look remarkably none the worse for wear. How did you manage to survive the mausoleum collapse? And get out after the fact?”

I gave him an evil grin. “You don’t really think that I’m going to tell you that, do you?”

He returned my grin with one of his own. “Why not? You told me all of your other stupid, silly, simpering secrets. Oh, Sebastian, you’re so wonderful. Oh, Sebastian, you understand me so well. Oh, Sebastian, you make me feel so alive.”

His mocking words cut me to the core, but I kept my face cold.

“You were so easy to play.” He sneered. “So ripe for the taking. So very desperate for attention. It wasn’t even a challenge. All it took was a few soft words, a few sweet looks, a few teary confessions, and you were eating right out of my hand. Some assassin you are, Gin. Tell me, do you get this emotionally involved with the families of all your victims? Or was I a special case?”

I didn’t answer him, but I couldn’t help but grind my teeth.

“Oh, ho!” Sebastian crowed. “Just me. Well, I suppose I should be flattered. But really, I think that it’s just sad. That you’re sad—sad and pathetic. Little girl lost, so desperate for someone to love her that she believes any lie she’s told.”

My hand tightened around my knife. “I’m sad and pathetic? Please. I’m not the one who hired an assassin to kill my own father. I’m not the one who didn’t have the balls to do it myself. I’d say that makes you sad and pathetic, Sebastian. No, scratch that. It just makes you weak.”

His eyes glittered, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. I’d struck a nerve, so I decided to press my advantage. Besides, Sebastian had hurt me with his words, and I wanted to do the same to him.

“Totally, utterly weak.” I sneered. “I’m not the one cowering behind a teenage girl instead of facing my enemy head-on.”

Sebastian jerked his hand off Charlotte’s shoulder, as if he’d never even thought about how that made him look, using her as a shield.

I stared at Porter. “You really should find yourself another boss. Someone who has a set. Someone who’s not afraid to do his own dirty work.”

Porter shifted on his feet, and the guilty look on his face told me that he’d thought the same thing more than once. Too bad he hadn’t left before now—because he was going to die right alongside his boss.

Sebastian whipped around. He noticed the giant’s chagrined look too, and his face tightened with rage.

“See?” I taunted. “Even your own man thinks you’re weak. He has no respect for you, and neither do I. Neither will anyone else. You’ll never be half the man that your father was, and we all know it. Soon so will everybody else.”

Red rage mottled Sebastian’s face, his hands clenched into fists, and he took a menacing step forward, as though he wanted to show me how wrong I was by throttling me himself.

That was exactly what I wanted. For him to forget the fact that I had a knife in my hand and rush at me so I could stab him to death right here, right now.

But Sebastian controlled his rage. He stopped, his lips curling with disgust.

“You didn’t think I was half a man when you were screaming out my name in bed last night.” His voice took on a smug, superior tone.

“You weren’t the only one who’s been faking things,” I shot right back. “No wonder you have to drug women to get them into bed, considering what a lousy lay you are. Watching paint dry would have been more titillating—and fulfilling. It would have lasted longer too.”

More and more rage flooded Sebastian’s face, while his left eye twitched with fury. His lips drew back from his perfect white teeth, making him seem exactly like the sick, rabid animal he was.

“Porter,” Sebastian said through his clenched teeth. “I’ve changed my mind. Put her out of my misery. Shoot that bitch where she stands.”

The giant didn’t hesitate. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The three bullets thunked into my chest, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. The giant’s aim was true, and the bullets would have gone straight into my heart if I hadn’t been wearing my silverstone vest.

Charlotte screamed and screamed. I opened my eyes a crack just in time to see Sebastian shove her away. She slammed up against one of the side bookcases, bounced off, and fell to her knees. I hated that he had hurt her again, but she was out of the line of fire now, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting in the way of what I was going to do next.

“Stop your sniveling,” Sebastian ordered her, then turned back to Porter. “Empty the rest of your clip into her, and make sure that she’s dead this time. I don’t want any more mistakes.”

My fingers tightened around my knife, but I lay there on the rug and waited for Porter to lean down and take hold of my shoulder. But to my surprise and consternation, the giant stopped a few feet away from me, and I realized that he wasn’t going to roll me over onto my back so he could pump some more lead into my chest. He was going to do the smart thing and put a couple of bullets into my head from a distance.

Still, I waited—waited until I heard Porter suck in a breath, and the shadow of his arm on the floor started to move as he raised his gun . . .

Then I lashed out, whipped my knife up and around, and drove the blade into the giant’s foot. Porter screamed and tried to readjust his aim, but I ripped my knife out and swiped it at him again, making him jump back out of the way of the sharp blade.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The bullets thunked into the Persian rugs beside me, but I didn’t give him a chance to fire again. I scrambled to my feet and threw myself forward. Porter managed to block my arm, keeping me from driving my knife into his chest, so I lashed out with my heavy boot and stomped it down on his instep, the one I’d skewered with my knife.

The giant howled with pain and hopped away. His foot caught on a table leg, and his head cracked into one of the bookcases, rattling the stone models on the shelves. He dropped his gun and pitched forward, his hands going to the top of the table that he’d tripped over to try to steady himself. That gave me all the time I needed to dart forward and bury my knife in the side of his neck before ripping it out just as brutally. Porter screamed again and arched back, but the wound I’d given him was a fatal one, and a few seconds later, he slumped over the table, then toppled over onto the floor, dead.

I tightened my grip on my knife and headed for Sebastian, who was still standing in front of his father’s desk.

Instead of backing away, he gave an airy, almost nonchalant wave of his hand, as though he weren’t concerned at all by the fact that Porter was dead. I wondered what he thought he was doing, as if I was going to stop at a simple wave of his hand when I was five seconds away from finally killing him—

The bricks in the fireplace exploded in my face.

One second, I was heading toward Sebastian with every intention of driving my knife through his heart. The next, I was being slammed by bricks from all sides.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump-thump-thump.

The bricks rattled me this way and that, like I was the silver piece in a pinball machine. And it didn’t stop after the bricks flew at me from the fireplace, thudded off my body, and fell to the colorful carpets.

No, Sebastian waved his hand, and more bricks erupted out of the fireplace, hitting me and making me scream. I’d always wondered what it would be liked to be Stoned to death, especially in an elemental duel, and now I was finding out. Not to mention the fact that the sharp, broken edges of the bricks sliced through my clothes and into my skin, making blood pour out of a dozen shallow cuts.

Through it all, I could hear Sebastian laughing—laughing at how he was slowly going to kill me. My hand tightened on my knife. Fuck that.

The mass of swirling bricks stopped, although Sebastian waved his hand again, gearing up for another attack. Charlotte pressed herself up against one of the bookcases along the wall, sobs escaping from her lips. She knew that if she moved, Sebastian could easily turn his wrath on her.

I waited until Sebastian’s attention flickered from me to the bricks that he was controlling, and then I threw my knife at him.

Being bludgeoned by bricks had wreaked havoc with my balance and equilibrium, so the blade didn’t sink into his throat like I wanted it to, but the knife slammed into his shoulder, making him stagger back and hiss with pain. More important, it made him lose his grip on his magic for a few precious seconds. Sebastian stared down in disbelief at the knife sticking out of his shoulder. He hesitated, then lifted his hand and yanked the blade free. He stared at his own blood on the blade, his eyes wide, as if he’d never seen such a sight before.

“You bitch!” he screamed, throwing the knife in my direction. “You’re going to pay for that!”

I didn’t pay any attention to his tirade. I was already ducking the blade, moving forward, grabbing Charlotte’s arm, and pulling her away from the bookcase and away from her murderous psychopath of a brother.

I took hold of Charlotte’s hand, and together, we sprinted out of the library.