Spider's Revenge

24

The next day dawned all too quickly, bringing with it another round of snow — and most likely my messy death at the hands of Mab Monroe.

Last night had taken its toll on us all, physically and emotionally, which was why everyone was still asleep when I slipped out of Owen’s warm arms around ten the next morning.

Everyone except Jo-Jo, that is. The dwarf sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in her pink flannel housecoat and sipping a cup of lavender tea. The fragrant fumes filled the air, making it smell warm and soothing. I breathed in, drawing what comfort I could from this safe, quiet moment. Because all too soon, I knew it would be gone — and perhaps me along with it.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep like everyone else?” I asked Jo-Jo, as I opened the kitchen cabinets to see what supplies were on hand for a late breakfast.

“I slept plenty before I spelled Sophia from guard duty,” Jo-Jo said. “Now, I’m restless, just like you are.”

I grunted. Restless wasn’t quite the word that I would use to describe my mood. More like resigned. I pushed the feeling aside and started pulling ingredients out of the cabinets. Flour, sugar, salt, and all the other nonperishable staples that Fletcher had packed the cabin with. If I was going to go out today, then I wanted a good breakfast to help me along.

“I grabbed fresh milk, berries, butter, and a few other things from my fridge before coming over here last night,” Jo-Jo said. “Just in case you were inclined to feel like making breakfast this morning.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Got a glimpse of that with your Air magic, did you? Your precognition?”

Jo-Jo grinned.

“Tell me,” I murmured, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk. “Did you happen to see whether I manage to kill Mab today before she kills me? Because right now, I’d take any good news I could get.”

Instead of answering me, Jo-Jo stared down into her tea, as though she could read something in the leaves in the bottom of the mug. Hell, maybe she could, given her Air magic. After a moment, the dwarf seemed to decide something because she nodded and looked up at me with her clear eyes.

“Did I ever tell you how I first met Fletcher?”

I shook my head and moved over to the counter where I’d placed the rest of the ingredients.

“It was a week after Sophia was kidnapped.”

I jerked around in surprise, and the milk almost slipped from my hands. “Sophia — Sophia was kidnapped? When? By whom?”

Jo-Jo’s hands tightened around her mug. “It happened almost fifty years ago. There was a sick, sadistic bastard by the name of Harley Grimes. Half giant, half dwarf, and all mean. Grimes and the rest of his clan of miscreants lived way up in the mountains, even farther up than Warren’s store, Country Daze. He saw Sophia one day, and he decided that he was going to have her. When I wouldn’t give her to him, he came into my salon and took her. Busted up the place, beat me real bad, then beat Sophia when she tried to stop him.”

Breakfast forgotten, I slid into the seat across from Jo-Jo.

Jo-Jo’s eyes clouded over, like she was reliving that terrible day — the day that her sister had been taken from her. I knew what she must be feeling all too well. The rage, the frustration, the helplessness. They all pulsed through me with every beat of my heart.

“I went after Grimes, of course, but I couldn’t find my way up the mountain to his hideout, and I couldn’t get past all the booby traps that he had strung through the woods. Besides, my magic is for healing, not killing. But I’d heard stories about someone who could help, who could kill, for the right price.”

“The Tin Man,” I whispered Fletcher’s assassin name.

Jo-Jo nodded. “So I went through the appropriate channels, and I made contact with him. I told Fletcher that if he brought Sophia back I would be his friend for life — that anything I had would be his, including my Air magic. He agreed to my deal and took off after Sophia.”

I could almost see the scene unfolding before my eyes. Fletcher, tall, strong, and in his prime as an assassin. Jo-Jo, desperate for her sister’s safe return. And Sophia — no, I couldn’t picture Sophia. Not as she might have been back then. Before — before her innocence was taken away from her.

“What — what did Grimes do to Sophia?” I asked.

Tears welled up in Jo-Jo’s eyes and trickled down her face. “Just about every awful thing that you can imagine. Rape, torture, beatings. He made her into a slave, made her work from sunup until sundown, then come in and warm his bed at night. Grimes and one of his brothers had some Fire magic in them. The two of them would spend hours torturing her with it — burning her, blistering her skin, even making her breathe it in like cigarette smoke.”

An odd thought crossed my mind. “Is that — is that why Sophia’s voice is the way it is? So raspy and broken? Because Grimes made her breathe in elemental Fire?”

Jo-Jo nodded. “It damaged her vocal cords something fierce. I offered to fix it for her with my Air magic, but she wouldn’t let me. She just — wouldn’t.”

I leaned over and grabbed Jo-Jo’s hand, trying to offer her what comfort I could, even though I hadn’t even been born when all of this had happened. But so much made sense to me now. Why Fletcher had such a close relationship with the Deveraux sisters, why they’d helped him so much all these years, even why Sophia was the way that she was — moody, withdrawn, broken. My heart ached for the Goth dwarf. My torment at the hands of Mab had been nothing compared to what she’d endured.

Jo-Jo swiped away her tears and continued with her story. “Fletcher kept his word. He went up that mountain, and he did what I asked him to do, what he’d trained himself to do as the Tin Man. It took him two weeks of guerrilla warfare tactics, but he killed a whole passel of Grimes’s men and hurt Grimes himself real bad. Fletcher would have killed the bastard, if one of Grimes’s men hadn’t gutshot Fletcher. He was almost dead when he showed up on my front porch, but Fletcher rescued Sophia and brought her back home to me. And he made sure that Grimes never bothered us again. Every time that bastard came sniffing around, Fletcher let him know exactly what would happen — that Fletcher would finish the job he started and kill Grimes if he didn’t stay up there on his damn mountain and leave us alone.”

Jo-Jo fell silent, lost in her thoughts once more. Then she looked at me again, a fierce light burning in her pale eyes.

“Fletcher Lane was the finest man that I ever met, and he was certainly the best assassin. But you know what, Gin? Fletcher told me something a few weeks before he died — something about you.”

“And what would that be?” I asked, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.

Jo-Jo speared me with a hard look. “He told me that you were even better than he was. That you had the kind of cold, iron will that few people have. That you weren’t afraid to do what needed to be done. But the most important thing he told me was this — that if anyone could kill Mab, it was you. Don’t you see, Gin? It’s what he’s been preparing you for all these years. It’s why he trained you in the first place, it’s why he made you into the Spider. So you could do what needed to be done to save your sister, just like he saved mine all those years ago.”

Jo-Jo drew in a breath. “That’s why I’m telling you this now. If Sophia could survive all the horrible things Grimes did to her, then you can survive Mab too, just like you did when you were a little girl. And I need you to survive, Gin. We all do. We lost Fletcher already. We can’t lose you too.”

I sat there holding the dwarf’s hand, but I wasn’t really there with her. Instead, I was with the old man. A thousand images of him flashed through my mind then, from the way he leaned over the counter at the Pork Pit reading his latest book to how he’d always had a hot meal waiting there for me when I’d come back from an assignment.

But mostly, I thought about how Fletcher had always believed in me, how he’d never once wavered in his support of me, how he’d been so patient in teaching me all the things that had helped me survive.

Genevieve Snow, Gin Blanco, the Spider; whatever I called myself, one thing remained the same — Fletcher Lane had fiercely loved me, and I’d loved the old man just as much in return. Enough to follow in his footsteps as an assassin. Enough to avenge his murder. And more than enough to take on this final impossible task of killing Mab Monroe.

“What are you thinking, Gin?” Jo-Jo asked.

A cold smile curved my lips. “I’m thinking that I’ll be damned if I’m going to disappoint the old man and rob us both of our revenge on Mab, even if Fletcher isn’t around to see it.”

By the time the others came down to the kitchen, Jo-Jo and I had both regained our composure, and I’d whipped up enough food to feed an army. Sweet raspberry pancakes, blackberry biscuits, lots of scrambled eggs, piles of sizzling bacon and country-fried ham, creamy peach smoothies. All that and more waited on the kitchen table and surrounding countertops, and the air smelled of all the sugar, spices, and grease that I’d used to create my last supper, as it were.

One by one, they trudged down the stairs and planted themselves in the kitchen. Finn, Xavier, Roslyn, Sophia, Eva, Warren, Violet, and finally Owen. I handed everyone a plate and forced them to eat, chattering inane pleasantries all the while.

“Somebody’s had too much sugar this morning,” Finn mumbled into his coffee mug, waiting for the chicory fumes to rouse him from his postsleep stupor.

“Nonsense,” I declared, mussing his walnut-colored hair. “I haven’t had nearly enough yet.”

I ate more than anyone else, stuffing down as much food as I could stomach. I’d need the calories and energy boost before the day was through. Everything tasted fine, as long as I didn’t think about Bria and how Mab had tortured her last night, could still be torturing her. But there was nothing I could do to help her right now, nothing at all, so I made myself swallow biscuit after biscuit, even if they all plummeted to the bottom of my stomach like lead weights.

Once everyone was finished, I got up and started to wash the dishes, but Warren grabbed the plate out of my right hand, while his granddaughter, Violet, snagged the one out of my left hand.

“You sit right back down, missy,” Warren said in his high, thin, reedy voice. “Violet and I will wash the dishes.”

The old man hadn’t combed his hair yet today, and the wispy white strands stuck up every which way over his forehead. The frizz in his hair matched the fuzzy mess of Violet’s blond locks, even though she’d tried to tame hers. A family trait, right along with their dark brown eyes and tan skin that hinted at their Cherokee heritage.

The two of them moved over to the sink. I slipped back into my chair next to Owen, my eyes going to the clock on the wall. High noon already. The hours were ticking down until my meeting with Mab at dusk.

Everyone saw me staring at the clock, and I forced myself to smile.

“Don’t look so glum, folks,” I quipped. “My funeral isn’t officially for six more hours yet.”

“What are you going to do, Gin?” Violet asked me, her dark eyes wide behind her black glasses. “About Mab and the meeting tonight?”

I shrugged. “There’s nothing to do but go through with things and meet her. I imagine that once I trade myself for Bria, Mab will get on with the business of killing me.”

The Fire elemental murdering both Bria and me was far more likely, but I didn’t voice that troublesome thought.

“Mab isn’t going to kill you — not if we can help it,” Owen rumbled, putting his hand on top of mine and squeezing it tight.

I frowned at him. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Owen looked at the others, then back at me. “It means that while you were cooking breakfast, we had a powwow upstairs. We’re all in agreement, Gin. You’re not going to meet Mab by yourself. We’re going with you — all of us.”

I was just — stunned. Simply stunned that my friends would want to do such a thing, that they would even consider it. Trying to help me bring down Mab was just crazy on their part. Foolish. Insane. Stupid. Dangerous. Worry tightened my chest. So very, very dangerous.

“You — you can’t do that,” I protested. “This is between me and Mab. It always has been.”

“This is about family, darling,” Jo-Jo said in a firm voice. “You’re a part of us, a part of all of us, and we aren’t losing you without a fight, even if we do have to take on Mab and every single one of her giants.”

The others nodded their heads and murmured their agreement. All I could do was just stare at them.

Xavier with his massive frame. Beautiful, perfect Roslyn. Crotchedy, cranky Warren. Soft, pink Jo-Jo. Eva and Violet, who were both still so young, still so innocent. Sophia, who had been through more horrors than probably any of us really knew. Finn, with his bright green eyes that always reminded me so much of his father’s. And finally Owen, full of that strength and quiet inner confidence that had drawn me to him in the first place.

Eyes hard, mouths set, faces tight. They all radiated the same stubborn determination, as immovable, implacable, and eternal as the mountains themselves. Emotion tightened my throat at their belief in me, that I could actually pull this off, that I could actually kill Mab and save Bria at the same time — even though I knew better deep down inside.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said in a rough, thick voice. “You all know the risks. Mab won’t let me slip through her fingers this time. She’ll have an army of men with her to make sure that doesn’t happen. Not just her giants, but the bounty hunters too. Folks like Gentry and Sydney. Dangerous people.”

“And you’re going to have an army of folks with you,” Xavier rumbled. “You’ve helped us all too much for us to abandon you now, Gin. You know that. We all know that. You’ve put your life on the line for each one of us. Now it’s our turn.”

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men. Didn’t they know that all of us taking on Mab was much more dangerous than just me facing the firing squad by myself? If one of them went down in the fight, the others would rush to help that fallen friend. Mab’s men would take advantage of their distraction, and then they’d all be lost.

I didn’t want to accept their help. It was just too risky. One slip, one mistake, one tiny, minuscule miscalculation, and my friends could all wind up dead. Or worse, Mab could get her hands on them and torture them first before she killed them, just as she was probably doing to Bria right now. I didn’t want that. I’d never wanted that. I couldn’t fucking bear that.

But no one ducked from my searching gaze. No one’s eyes slid away from mine. No one wavered or showed any kind of doubt.

I sighed. “I’m not going to change your minds, am I?”

They all shook their heads.

No, I didn’t want to accept my friends’ help, didn’t want to put them in any more danger than they were already in. But I also knew that having them with me was the only way that Bria might survive this thing. I needed someone there to make sure she made it to safety while I took on Mab. It made me sick, weighing my sister’s life against everyone else’s, using my friends this way, dragging them all down into the muck with me. But the truth was that I needed all the help I could get right now — and so did Bria.

“All right,” I said in a quiet voice. “All right. Since I can’t hog-tie all of you — at least not all of you at once — tell me what you’re thinking.”

A grin creased Finn’s handsome face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Finn put his coffee mug down long enough to go upstairs. He came back a minute later with what looked like five reams of paper clutched to his chest. Finn dumped everything onto the kitchen table. Sheets of papers swirled up into the air like snowflakes before settling back onto the table. Photos, maps, old blueprints.

“What is all this?” I asked. “And how many trees did you kill printing it all out?”

“This,” Finn said, sweeping his hand out over the mess on the table, “is every scrap of information that I was able to get my hands on concerning your childhood home. Or, at least what’s left of it, anyway. Maps, police and aerial photographs, deeds, everything.”

With his massive network of spies and other shady sources, as well as his own computer skills, Finn had the uncanny ability to dig up dirt on the saintliest soul. So I imagined that compiling all the info on my old childhood home hadn’t been too much of a stretch for him. Still, the effort touched me because I knew that he was trying to give me the tools I needed to survive my confrontation with Mab. It was something his father, Fletcher, would have done, if the old man had still been alive.

“Actually,” Finn said, “it wasn’t too hard to get the info, since, well, I sort of own the land now.”

My head snapped up. “What? What do you mean you own the land now?”

Finn winced. “Well, Dad left you quite a bit of money, his house, and the Pork Pit in his last will and testament.”

“And…”

“And he left me everything else, including all his other real estate holdings. Rental properties, safe houses, and the land where your childhood home was. According to the tax records I found, he bought the land six months after your family was murdered.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And you’re just now finding out about it?”

Finn shrugged. “You know how paranoid the old man was about paper trails. He knew more about how to fake documents, confuse creditors, and hide assets than even I do. It’s been months now, and I’m still trying to sort out which identity he used to purchase what property.”

Everything that Finn said made sense. Fletcher had had dozens of identities and aliases, all with the appropriate driver’s licenses, bank accounts, and passports to match. Still, I wondered why Fletcher had bought the property in the first place. Had he planned on telling me he knew who I really was? Maybe he’d thought that I’d want the land for sentimental reasons. Or had he known I’d battle Mab there one day? Once again, Fletcher had managed to surprise me from beyond the grave — and leave me wondering at his motives.

“Anyway, we can talk about transferring the ownership later, for a reasonable price, of course. And you can thank me later for digging up the rest of the files, Gin,” Finn suggested in a not-so-humble voice.

I rolled my eyes, picked up the closest photograph, and got to work.

For the next half hour, we went through the information page by page, pulling out everything that might be useful. I didn’t know much about Finn’s methods, especially how he’d gotten his hands on so much data so quickly, but the maps and photographs were better than finding a pirate’s buried treasure. Because I began to see that maybe things weren’t as completely hopeless as they seemed. At least, not when it came to rescuing Bria.

“This is almost certainly where Mab will be,” Finn said, pointing to a small cleared area on one of the photographs and then comparing it side-by-side to a more recent shot of the same spot. “It almost looks like some kind of patio.”

I recognized the first, older photograph as being one that the police had taken during their investigation of my family’s murder. There was a copy of it in the fat file of information Fletcher had left me on the same gruesome subject. All the photo really showed was a bleak landscape filled with piles of smoldering rubble. I’d looked at the photo a hundred times before, but my stomach still turned over at Finn’s words. I recognized the spot — it was the place where I’d hidden Bria, the place where I’d thought she’d died all those long years ago.

The place where she could still die tonight.

My eyes dropped to my right index finger and the small silverstone band there. My spider rune ring. The one that Bria had given me for Christmas. Somehow, I’d forgotten about it during the long, long night. I could feel my sister’s Ice magic in the thin band, like a cold string tied around my finger. Forget me not. I reached down and twisted the ring around, just like Bria always did to the ones that she wore. My heart lurched with the movement. If Bria died, this would be all that I’d have left of her—

“Gin?” Owen asked, seeing me stare at the ring.

“It was a courtyard with a garden and a fountain,” I said in a soft voice, focusing on the photo once more. “Bria and I used to play out there and in a secret chamber that was hidden in a nearby staircase. I destroyed it all the night that Mab came to call on us when I used my Ice and Stone magic without thinking and collapsed our whole house. Part of the house toppled over into the courtyard, crushing the fountain, the staircase, and everything else that was there.”

Finn gave me a sidelong glance. “Well, it’s the only part of the house that’s even remotely level and clear of rubble. At least, this area is. The rest of the place is overgrown with weeds.”

“Looks like there’s a lot of good places for Mab to hide her men around the courtyard,” Xavier said.

“And a lot of good places for us to hide as well,” Owen countered.

Xavier nodded his head in agreement.

I stared at the courtyard in the photograph. “How many bounty hunters do you think Mab has left, Finn? A dozen? Two?”

Instead of answering me, Finn pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and touched the screen a few times. “As of this morning, it appears there’s about fifteen of them left in Ashland from the hotel records I was able to hack into. We took out five that night at Northern Aggression. Bria and I killed several more of them at the house last night, as well as the ones you took out in the woods. That thinned the ranks quite a bit. It looks like a few more have left town since last night, when Gentry turned in Bria and collected the bounty on her. Since you’re turning yourself over to Mab, there’s no use sticking around since there isn’t any more money to be had from the bounties. Although rumor has it that Mab has paid some of the hunters to back her up tonight.”

“But Gentry hasn’t left yet,” I murmured. “She’ll be there with Sydney. I know she will be.”

I’ll take care of her as best I can until you come for her. The bounty hunter’s words whispered in my mind. I wondered what she’d meant by them, what she was planning on doing. Gentry had already taken Bria to Mab, had already let my sister be tortured by the Fire elemental. What did the bounty hunter think she could do? Keep Mab from killing Bria outright? And why would she even bother trying? Gentry had gotten her bounty by now. Why would she care what happened to Bria after the fact?

Maybe it had something to do with my sparing Sydney that night outside Mab’s mansion. Maybe Gentry thought she owed me something for not killing the girl when I had the chance. It didn’t much matter what the bounty hunter was thinking or what she thought she owed me. If she stood between Bria escaping from Mab, then Gentry would die, just like the rest of the Fire elemental’s men.

Finn continued with his count. “If I had to guess, I’d say that at least a dozen bounty hunters will be there, and Mab will have even more of her giants around the place as well. So let’s say at least thirty men, total. Not counting Mab herself.”

I didn’t say anything. We all knew exactly how dangerous Mab was. I was the only one with even a remote chance of killing her, and I didn’t think I could do it. Not really. I hadn’t been able to stop her elemental Fire from burning through my Stone magic at the country club. Only the giant stumbling into my path at the last minute and being able to use him as a body shield had saved me from being burned to death.

Still, this was it — the final showdown — and I had to try, whether I thought I could actually take out Mab or not. So, game on.

Since my friends were determined to come with me, there was nothing I could do but let them — and hope I did everything in my power to help them survive it. Still, I wanted to give them all one more chance to reconsider, one more chance to back out and save themselves.

“You’re all bound and determined to do this?” I asked, looking at each one of them in turn again. “Because you don’t have to. You don’t have to risk yourselves like this.”

Warren cleared his throat, leaned forward, and stared at me with his dark eyes. “And you didn’t have to risk yourself when you took on Tobias Dawson for me, Gin.”

“Or when you helped me kill Elliot Slater to keep him from beating me to death,” Roslyn chimed in.

“Or when you saved me from Jake McAllister at the Pork Pit,” Eva added.

It went on and on from there, each one of my friends telling me how I’d helped them out at one time or another and how they were going to repay the favor now — whether I wanted them to or not.

Xavier. Roslyn. Eva. Violet. Warren. Jo-Jo. Sophia. Finn. Owen.

One by one, my friends and family all spoke up and offered to do something, anything, to contribute in some small way, even if it was just watching each other’s backs. I’d once lost my family, once lost everything that I’d ever cared about, and their simple words meant more to me than any of them knew or could even guess.

But when they were through, I pushed my emotions aside, shoved them into the back corner of my heart, and let them ice over. Because now it was time to leave Gin Blanco and her friends, family, and lover behind. Now it was time for the Spider to come out and hunt once more — for the final time.

“All right then,” I said, my gaze dropping back down to the photographs on the table. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”