Flint matched my movements, taking a sip of his own soda in an almost mocking fashion. “You disagree?”
“Oh, my, yes.” I took another step. “You see, my values are as they have always been. I don’t seek the death of those who hurt me. I seek to stop people from hurting those I care about. Ian Walsh shot Scath. Because of him, Peasblossom could have lost her wings permanently. He put them in mortal danger. He used them. Manipulated me.”
A flicker of some emotion I couldn’t recognize flashed through Flint’s eyes, but he didn’t look away.
“I don’t like people who use other people. People who kill for power. People who think of others as pawns to be moved about a giant chessboard. People like that deserve to get their karmic due as quickly as possible, and I am always happy to help those consequences find their mark whenever I can. As soon as I can.”
Another step. Flint wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Ian thought he had time,” I said softly. “He thought I would hold myself to a level of honor he hadn’t earned, just because he’d already written me off as a goody- goody who didn’t want to get her hands dirty. He’s not the first to make that mistake.”
My last step put Flint and I so close, a hard breath would have pressed our chests together. But for once, he didn’t lean in. Didn’t try to put his arms around me.
“You’re not smiling anymore, Flint,” I whispered. “Is it possible that you finally understand? Will you be happy when your choices catch up to you?”
For a long minute, neither of us said a word. Flint stared into my eyes, his gaze boring into mine as if he were searching for some sign that I was bluffing. Some sign that this was all an act to help me save face. Part of me waited for him to demand more information, to force me to explain what I’d meant when I’d said Ian hadn’t been the first to make that mistake.
But he didn’t.
And he didn’t find what he wanted in my eyes, either. Just for good measure, I let my brain entertain images of what I could have done to Flint if I’d convinced Ian to leave the gun. I pictured him on the floor in Scath’s place, lying in a pool of blood gasping for breath. Blood foaming on his lips. I imagined my pleasure over watching him die. Flint’s face didn’t move, but he was paler than he’d been a second ago.
He wouldn’t be leaving iron weapons lying around anytime soon.
“You’ve earned a break,” he said finally. “I’ll be going out of town for a week on a personal matter. While I’m gone, feel free to rest up.” He stepped away from me and finished his Coke in one long swallow. He crushed the can in his grip when he was finished. “Brew a few potions, keep practicing your fighting skills. You’ll need to be in peak condition when I come back.”
“What about Andy?”
He turned toward the door. “Yes, fine. Visit your FBI agent. I will return in a week, and I’ll have another job for you then.”
I watched him walk to the door, something nagging at the back of my mind. “Flint?”
“Yes?”
“The anonymous tip that sent Roger and Jeff to Acme. The tip that started this whole mess. Someone knew Underhill was planning to take Stasya.”
Flint tilted his head. “And?”
“Whoever called in that tip could have saved Stasya’s life. But they chose not to. They chose to let this entire situation play out.”
Tension squeezed Flint’s shoulders. “Do you have something to say, Shade?”
“Was it you?”
He didn’t turn. “Does it matter?”
“No. I already know what kind of person you are. Manipulative. Dismissive of the lives of others. Willing to see someone die if it helps you get what you want.” I shrugged. “I guess I already know the answer.” I drummed my fingers on my can. “It’s all about choices, isn’t it?”
This time he did look over his shoulder. I stared at him over the rim of my Coke as I took another sip.
“Ten more months,” I murmured.
Flint didn’t react, his facial expression didn’t change. “Call Agent Bradford, Shade. Take care of your pixie and your cat. I’ll see you next week.”
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