Unable to speak, Mort nodded to her. In his eyes, Gaby saw trust and confidence. He believed in her, even now, after what had been done to him—because of her.
And it was because of her; she had no misunderstanding about that. In his own cunning fashion, Fabian had threatened Gaby with her inner circle, those closest to her.
And in the bargain, he’d signed his own death warrant.
Because of his visibly unstable rage, she considered Mud to be the most immediate threat. Keeping her gaze on him, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her knife. Slowly, making sure they all noticed, she jerked the blade free of the cabinet.
Mud raised the gun, but Fabian waved him down.
Daddy dearest saw no real threat in her being armed.
And he called himself her father?
No, blood meant nothing to her. Not anymore.
There was a time that it would have been everything, her whole world. Back when she’d been a scared, ostracized child, and later, an aberration of society, an outsider from everyone and everything ordinary in life . . .
Yes, back then she might have welcomed a monster into her life.
But since meeting Luther, she’d come to understand that family was more than blood ties. A lot more. God had blessed her with a quirky, meddling, hodgepodge group of people who remarkably enough cared for her. They were all the family she needed.
And Fabian threatened them.
Gaby held the knife to her side and waited for the right opportunity. Thoughts fluttered through her mind with the rapidity of a film projector.
Had Ann spoken with Mort before he was taken? Had he somehow alerted her? Would she realize the threat and enter?
No, if Ann knew Mort was in danger, she’d have already come in with a force of uniformed cops to protect him. She loved Mort that much.
Unless there was some kind of ruckus, Ann would remain outside, waiting. But if Gaby threw Mud through the front window, would the girls get hurt before she could get to them?
Disarmed, Luther seethed beside her. Please, God, don’t let him do something heroic that might get him hurt or killed.
She looked at Luther, waited for him to meet her gaze, and then said, with no inflection, no fear at all, “I’ve got this.”
Luther, bless him, didn’t look skeptical. He simply nodded.
When Gaby heard Bliss sob, she turned next to her. “It’s okay, Bliss. I promise. Are you hurt?”
She shook her head.
“Good. Now I don’t want you to worry. Any of you.”
Whit and Mud were speechless at her confidence.
Fabian was amused. “Enough. These meager beings are nothing to you, Gaby. Less than nothing. You will see.” Fabian straightened his shirt. “But you, my dear daughter, you are divine.”
“You’re right about that.” Even now, without going into the unseeing, killing zone of a paladin, Gaby felt the acumination of her own skillfulness. She could hear the fast and shallow breaths of more people crowded into that small back room, and with the same instincts, she knew they weren’t a real threat.
She sensed Fabian’s omnipotent bias, and apperceived it as his greatest weakness.
She felt Luther’s caring, Dacia’s trust, Mort’s poise.
Under her cool skin, her muscles rippled and ripened in preparation.
Never before had she summoned the talents without losing sense of self; this time, she administered control of those skills with a clear head.
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble here, Fabian. What is it you want?”
He laced his hands behind his back and moved to face her, to study her. “It is lonely at the top, daughter. I have had no true adversary, no true companion, none to equal me in intelligence or daring. But you have impressed me.”
“Just wait.” Gaby met his gaze without fear. Oh, she’d impress him, all right.
Fabian shook that off. “You are not quite of my level, not yet, but you will now join me. You will grow, expand your knowledge and experiences.” He looked at her under lowered brows. “I insist.”
Slipping an arm around her, Fabian foolishly put himself too close to her.
But with everyone she cared for in peril, Gaby restrained the urge to break Fabian in two.
That would come. Soon. For now, she had to let her natural sagacity guide her instincts.
She had to react as Luther would prefer.
Fabian’s heated breath brushed her ear. “Once you’ve tasted the sweetness, once you’ve bathed in the blood, you’ll understand the supreme joy of it, how it rejuvenates the soul and enhances every function.”
Gaby stared straight ahead, repulsed but determined to time her first move to the best advantage. She’d have to take out someone, stun someone else, immobilize through fear.
Whit laughed at her. “Stupid bitch. You’re still calculating. I can see you doing it. You think you have it all figured out, don’t you?”
Ah, the perfect segue. Gaby smiled at him. “If I do, Whit, then you’ll be the second one dead.” She shifted her shrewd gaze to Mud. “Right after him.”
Again Mud aimed at her, but Gaby preferred that to having it aimed at the children. She knew he wouldn’t dare pull that trigger, not without Fabian’s order.
And Fabian had other plans for her.
She asked him, “How did you find the girls?”
“Oh please, daughter. They’ve been on my radar for a long time.” He strode over to Mali and stroked her small, red cheek above her gag, sending her cowering and whimpering to her sister’s side.
Dacia went frantic, but she couldn’t move for Whit’s bruising hold on her.
Fabian grabbed Mali’s hair and pulled her tight to his side, deliberately crushing her, enjoying her abject fear. “This one is most sweet.” He bent down and licked her cheek. “All baby plumpness and rosy flesh. She will be delicious.”
Gaby shook her head at Dacia, quickly trying to calm her. “Dacia, no. Dacia . . . Look at me.”
When the girl did, Gaby said, “I told you it’s going to be okay, remember? He’s not going to hurt her. He’s not going to hurt anyone.”
Fabian found her faith hilarious. Whit and Mud laughed with him.
“I had located the girls a few days back, and had planned this one as a meal.”
Even Whit and Mud seemed repulsed by that—but were still unwilling to alter the outcome.
“Then I saw you with them, saw you sheltering them and looking so . . . well, so much more human than usual. That’s when I detected the similarities. You look a lot like your worthless mother, you know. But you lack her pathetic, spineless conduct. You took your character from me.”
Gaby snorted. “I claim nothing of you. Ever.”
His hand tightened in Mali’s hair. “When I saw you leaving the area with the girls, I had one of the other street youths follow you. Not close, you understand. You would have detected that. He stayed back, and then found out the rest by asking around.” Fabian laughed. “It’s amazing what a few dollars will buy you from those who are hungry and alone. You see, Gaby, you were betrayed by the same foul parasites that you seek to protect.”
“I don’t blame those in need.” She regulated her breathing, loosened her muscles. “I know who is evil, and who isn’t.”
Fabian waved a hand. “Enough of that nonsense. Come. There is much to do yet this night.” Shoving Mali back to Mud, Fabian went into that small back room. Gaby and Luther followed, with Mud and Whit forcing the others in behind them.
Inside that small room, Gaby discovered a shocking, bloody tableau of Fabian’s intent.
Two young men and one woman stood around, anxiously waiting for instruction. So these were Fabian’s underlings? The mindless cattle he directed in his twisted pursuit of perverse pleasure? She looked into their eyes, saw they were already high and mostly ineffectual.
What had Fabian given them? And then she knew: they’d needed coercing to attack a child. Huh. Even they had some scruples. Not that it’d matter in the long run.