Widows Web

by Belle Aurora

Page 34

  "It's okay, Eva," I said in that soft, soothing voice again. "You did it. You got her. You saved me and Finn. It's over now. "

  Eva shook her head, mutely telling me that it wasn't over, but this time she let me lower the gun, slip it out of her hand, and tuck it against the small of my back right next to my knife. I put my arm around Eva, carefully hugging her to my chest, despite the fact my clothes were as cold, stiff, and frozen as everything else was.

  A sob escaped her throat, then another one, then another one. Her whole body trembled with emotion - so much emotion - as wave after wave of it lashed through her. All the terror, all the helplessness, all the rage she'd felt because of what Salina had done to her and how she'd threatened to hurt Owen and Kincaid.

  I held her and let her cry, let her scream, let her beat her fists against my back, even as I stroked her hair and murmured nonsense words to her, telling her it was okay. Sometimes there was more comfort in lies than the truth.

  Finally, Eva's sobs died down, and she drew back and looked at me. Tears kept streaming down her face.

  "Please, Gin," she whispered. "Please. "

  I nodded and stepped away from her. By this point, Bria and Xavier had worked their way over to us. Xavier grabbed Eva's shoulders and pulled her away from me and Salina. Bria helped him. Looking at me as she passed, my sister tilted her head the tiniest bit. I nodded back and grabbed the silverstone knife from against the small of my back, ready to end this once and for all.

  Footsteps shuffled behind me. I turned to see Finn and Kincaid helping Owen walk toward me. Owen held a hand to his side, as though he had some broken ribs. A bloody gash marred his forehead and his face was swollen from the giants' blows, but other than that, he looked okay. Some of the tightness in my chest eased. He was okay.

  Salina caught sight of him too, and she stretched out her bloody hand toward him.

  "Owen," she rasped. "Help me. Please. You were right, and I was wrong. I'm sorry. So sorry. I'll do whatever you want me to. I promise I will. "

  I bit back a bitter laugh. She wasn't sorry - she wasn't sorry for one damn bit of it, except that I'd stopped her and she hadn't gotten the revenge she wanted.

  But Salina's plea had the desired effect on Owen. My lover turned to me, aching pain, regret, and sadness in his eyes.

  "Gin . . . " he said. "Don't. Let Bria take her away. She's sick. You know she's sick. "

  I did know that Salina was sick and that it could have just as easily been me lying there on top of the Ice instead of her. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me - not at all. Mab had murdered my family; I'd felt the same pain, loss, and rage that Salina had. Maybe it would have consumed me the way it had her if Fletcher hadn't helped me channel my anger, if he hadn't taught me his code, if he hadn't trained me how to control my emotions and do what was necessary no matter what.

  For a moment, I considered walking away. Just turning, walking away across the Ice, and letting Bria, Xavier, and the other cops haul Salina off to Ashland Asylum. But that wouldn't end things. It would just postpone them - and someone else would get hurt when Salina escaped or was finally cut loose.

  I looked at Owen and then my gaze went over to the cops and Eva, who was still crying. Across the field of Ice, her eyes met mine, blue on gray, and I saw all the innocence she'd lost tonight - all the innocence she'd lost all those years ago to Salina. I saw the worry and the fear and the waking nightmare that just wouldn't end as long as Salina was alive.

  And I made my choice.

  Maybe I'd made it the night Eva had first told me about Salina, the night she'd compared her to Mab. Maybe I'd known what I would do even back then - and what it would cost me. I didn't know if it was right or if it was wrong, but it was my choice, and I made it, the way I had so many other hard, ugly ones over the years.

  "Gin," Owen said again, an edge in his voice now. "Don't. "

  I drew in a breath, knowing there was no going back. This time, I looked at Finn instead of my lover.

  "Keep him back however you have to," I said, not quite echoing the orders Salina had issued to her guards earlier tonight.

  Owen let out a curse and started forward, but Kincaid held on to his arm. A second later, a distinctive click cut through the night air. Owen looked down in disbelief at the gun Finn had pressed to his side.

  "I don't want to hurt you, Owen," Finn said in a regretful tone. "But we both know I will. So why don't you just stand still while Gin does her thing. "

  "Gin," Owen said a final time, that same plea in his voice.

  I stared at my lover a moment, looking into his beautiful violet eyes. Then I turned away.

  Behind me, I heard Owen let out another curse and start struggling with Finn and Kincaid, but I shut the sounds out of my mind.

  I dropped to a knee beside Salina. The water elemental drew in short, ragged breaths, her exhalations turning to frost given how cold the air was from my blast of magic. Blood had already frozen on the Ice beneath her body, and her blond hair fanned out around her in lovely waves, as though she were underwater.

  Salina looked at me, then turned her head to stare at Owen. She smiled at him, that crazy, crazy love still shining in her eyes, before she looked at me once more.

  "I won't stop," Salina rasped in a low voice only I could hear, as the blood continued to pump out of her gunshot wounds. "I can't stop - ever. "

  "I know, sweetheart," I said softly. "I know. "

  And then I leaned over and cut her throat.

  "No!" Owen shouted. "No! No! No!"

  But it was too late, and the cut I'd made in Salina's neck was too deep. She gasped, arched her back, and clawed at the wound, but she knew it was over, just like I did. Salina looked at me, something almost like relief flashing in her blue-green eyes, then lolled her head to the side to stare at Owen. She smiled at him a final time and held out a bloody hand, reaching for him - still reaching for him, despite everything that had happened, everything she'd done, everything that had passed between them.

  Then the light went out of her eyes, her hand fluttered to the Ice, and she was still, as cold and dead and still as the shattered, frozen mermaid that loomed over us.

  Chapter 33

  I crouched there and watched Salina bleed out. Finn and Kincaid let go of Owen, who rushed over to the dying elemental. He hunkered down on the other side of her, staring at her open, sightless eyes and the deep, ugly gash I'd sliced in her slender throat.

  "I'm sorry," I said. "But it had to be done. I think you know that, deep down inside. "

  Owen looked at me, old memories and grief and pain swirling in his eyes - so much pain. Over Salina, over what she'd done to the people he'd cared about - and what I'd just done to her, the woman he'd once loved.

  Owen didn't say a word as he watched Salina die. But when her blood slowed and finally stopped, he got to his feet, turned, and walked away from me - and he didn't look back.

  All I could do was just watch him go, my heart shattering into smaller and smaller pieces with every step he took.

  I stayed in that one spot, feeling as cold inside as the landscape was around me. A minute passed, maybe two, and the world kept on turning just like it always did.

  I sighed, and got to my feet. Then I fished my knives from where they had been buried in the Ice, grabbed the staff as well, and sat down on the edge of the fountain, right next to the almost decapitated mermaid with her missing tail. The figure seemed to fix her eyes on me, accusing me of murdering the woman whose rune she'd represented.

  "What are you staring at?" I muttered.

  The mermaid kept grinning at me with her crazy smile. There was nothing else she could do. Just like Salina. Just like me too. I grimaced and turned away.

  Bria and Xavier must have called for reinforcements, because more and more cops started showing up on t
he scene. Portable lights were rigged up so the po-po could see what they were doing. Crime scene tape was strung up here and there. Evidence was gathered. At least, what could be pried out of the elemental Ice that still covered most of the lawn.

  I sat there on the rim of the fountain in the middle of it all. A few of the cops gave me sideways glances, but no one dared approach me - except Finn, who once again skated over to me.

  "I'm sure you've realized by now that it won't be too much longer before the media arrive," he said. "So I suggest we make our exit now - unless you want your face all over the morning news. "

  I nodded.

  "Good," he said. "I made the same suggestion to Owen and Eva. They're already waiting for us in the Escalade. Kincaid is taking his own wheels home. "

  I blinked. "How the hell did you manage that? Seeing as how you were holding a gun on Owen not twenty minutes ago?"

  Finn flashed me a grin. "I pointed out that Owen needs to get Jo-Jo to look at those bumps on his head and his cracked ribs. I also suggested that, unless he wanted Eva to be on camera, we should skedaddle as quickly as possible. For once, he was sensible about things. "

  I shook my head. "You mean you wheedled and probably browbeat him into it until he gave in. "

  "Would I do something like that?"

  "Absolutely. "

  Finn grinned a little wider.

  I followed him over to the Escalade, which was a mess. The front had been smushed in like a tin can where he'd rammed the car through the gate and then into the koi fountain, and the windshield had splintered as a result. More scratches and scrapes could be seen on the passenger's side where the vehicle had slammed up against the side of the fountain. It was like a group of giants had pounded on the car with their fists. Just about everything on it was either smashed, cracked, or broken.

  "By the way," he said, opening the driver's side door. "You will be paying for every bit of the damage. "

  Despite the situation, his words brought a ghost of a smile to my face. It was somehow comforting to know that Finnegan Lane was still looking out for number one - himself.

  I slid into the front passenger's seat, Owen and Eva already in the back. Eva nodded, but Owen just stared at me, a blank look on his face. As though we were strangers.

  Nobody spoke on the ride over to Jo-Jo's. Finn parked in the driveway, and we all got out of the car. Owen headed toward the house without a word, without even looking at me or giving me a hint of a smile, letting me know that everything between us was going to be okay.

  "Just give him some time," Eva whispered. "He'll come around eventually, Gin. I know he will. "

  I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, not trusting myself to give voice to all my fears that by killing Salina, I'd also killed the love between me and Owen.

  She squeezed my hand, hurried after him, and slipped inside the house. Finn stepped up on the porch. He started to go inside when he realized that I hadn't moved.

  "Gin?" he asked. "Are you coming?"

  I shook my head. "Not right now. Let Jo-Jo see to Owen first. He got the worst of it tonight. Tell her that I'll be along later. "

  Finn nodded and stepped inside, letting the screen door bang shut behind him.

  When I was sure that he wasn't going to double back and check on me, I walked around to the other side of the SUV, putting the vehicle in between me and the house. I kept going until I was at the edge of the yard just before it started sloping down to the street. It was full dark now, and only the fireflies glimmered in the quiet night, weaving in and out through the trees where the crickets and cicadas sang their midnight song, punctuated here and there by the bellow of a bullfrog and the low hoot of an owl.

  But I didn't really hear the noises of the night. Only one thing echoed in my head again and again.

  Daddy! No! Daddy! Daddy -

  I breathed in, letting the soft, humid scent of the night air roll across my tongue. I scrubbed my hands over my face, as if I could wash away the memories of tonight, especially the image of Owen turning his back on me.

  But I couldn't - and I didn't know if I ever would.

  Chapter 34

  I stayed outside for a long time - long enough for Jo-Jo to heal Owen and for him and Eva to go on their way.

  The porch light snapped on, and my lover stepped outside, followed by Eva and Sophia. The Goth dwarf rounded the house, and I heard her convertible start up a minute later. She must have been taking them home.

  Sure enough, Sophia drove her convertible around to the front of the house. Eva opened one of the passenger doors and slid into the backseat. Owen grabbed hold of the front passenger door. He started to open it and get inside but paused, his eyes scanning the yard. He couldn't see me in the shadows, and my heart rose in hopes that he might come looking for me.

  But he didn't.

  Instead, he got into the car and shut the door. Sophia steered the vehicle down the driveway, and her red taillights - shaped like little skulls - disappeared into the darkness.

  When I was sure they were gone, I walked over, trudged up the porch steps, and shuffled inside. I plodded back to the salon, where Jo-Jo and Finn were talking in low voices. The two of them looked at me. I knew they could see the raw emotion in my face, but for once I was too tired to hide my feelings.

  Everything about tonight had simply hurt.

  I settled myself in one of the cherry red salon chairs. Finn gave me a sympathetic glance, murmured something about calling to check in with Bria, and left.

  "Finn told me what happened," Jo-Jo said, reaching for her Air magic. "What you did to Salina. "

  "I killed her, Jo-Jo. She was down for the count, but I went ahead and killed her anyway - even though Owen asked me not to. "

  In a flat, dull voice, I told the dwarf everything, starting with Owen leaving me to go confront Salina to Finn figuring out her plan to my putting a stop to it and her - for good. All the while, the dwarf worked her magic on me. The feel of the tiny needles pricking at all my cuts, lumps, scratches, and bruises and making them whole again didn't bother me tonight.