“Stop struggling, or I’ll blow your head off,” he yelled. “No one’s coming, and you know it. Play nice, or there’s nothing that Leith can offer me to keep you alive.”
“I doubt that. Your whoring operation seems to bring in a lot of money. Are you going to give that up so easily?”
“There are other ways to get gentry girls,” he grunted, still trying to shove me around and subdue me. The unfortunate thing was, he was getting closer. My strength was rapidly fading. “Other people will make deals. I don’t need Leith or his half-breed whore to-ah!”
I saw the chair before I saw Markelle. It was the one I’d used to climb through the garage door. Abigail had shoved it aside when she went outside, and now Markelle had snuck up and clobbered Art with it from behind. It was hardly a blow to render him unconscious, but it caused him to release me and stagger back. Markelle immediately scrambled away, but Art’s attention wasn’t on her. His eyes were back on me. Weak or not, I knew I had to use that opening to take him down. I surged forward again, fists ready and-
He shot me.
So help me, that bastard shot me. The bullet took me in the right shoulder, and I flew back against the cupboards, sinking down to the floor as my left hand instinctively flew to the wound to stop the blood. Art walked swiftly toward me, gun pointed down. “The next one goes through your heart,” he said. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“I’m kind of fucking bleeding here,” I snapped back. My shoulder was on fire, and I couldn’t even really move my arm. “How much more incapacitated could I get?”
His smile was bitter. “Eugenie, you won’t be incapacitated enough until you’re dead.”
I saw Markelle come up behind him again. Her chair was gone, but her fists were out as she pounded him on the back, desperately trying to get him away from me. It was noble and tugged at my heart, but I wanted to yell at her to get the hell out of here. She was no more than a mosquito to him. With ease, he turned around and backhanded her, and I swear, she hit the floor harder than I had when I was shot.
In those fleeting seconds, I snaked one of my feet out as hard as I could manage and hit Art in the shin. He stumbled, leg buckling, but didn’t fall. The gun, however, did fall from his hands. It hit the floor with a clatter and slid far out of my reach-but not out of Cariena’s. She’d apparently been standing on the far side of the kitchen this entire time. When the gun slid up to her, the timid girl didn’t hesitate. She picked it up-screaming as her fingers made contact with the metal and polymers-and slid it back across the floor to me.
I grabbed it. All the while, Art’s eyes had been following the gun’s journey, so when it came to my hand, he was facing me. I had the gun aimed in a flash, and while I wasn’t a great shot with my left hand, I wasn’t horrible either. No hesitation: I fired. The bullet bit into his chest, and he fell backward, blood immediately pouring from the wound. I’d hit the mark.
Markelle and Cariena ran up to me, Raina following moments later. “Are you all right?” exclaimed Markelle.
“Me?” I asked incredulously. “He smacked you across the room.”
She shrugged. “They’ve done worse since I’ve been here.”
Between the three of them, they managed to help me to my feet without putting too much pressure on the wounded shoulder. Raina attempted some of her healing magic-maybe I’d been too quick to dismiss their powers after all-and we found bandages to wrap the wound. Her power only lessened the pain; she could do nothing more extensive.
“It’s made of iron,” she said apologetically. Of course it was. Art would have had it loaded for wayward gentry.
“It’s okay. I’m fine.” We were back in the kitchen, and I was leaning against the counter, attempting to straighten the bandage. We were all kind of trying to ignore Art’s body. “Okay. I can try to call for help again, but I think we need to get out of here on foot. I know where the gateway is, and it’s kind of a long ways, but we should be able to-”
“Eugenie? What’s going on?”
I’d set the gun on the counter while tugging my bandages straight, but in the blink of an eye, the revolver was back in my left hand, pointed toward the new addition in the kitchen. I knew the voice before I saw the face. How could I not? I’d been listening to that voice over and over this whole week, both sleeping and awake. A voice that was a contradiction because it promised love and devotion while only delivering pain and humiliation.
I’d numbed out the worst of it with sheer will and the nightshade’s effects. But now, pumped full of adrenaline, on the verge of escape and in control of my senses, the true magnitude of it all slammed into me. The horror. The terror. The helplessness. Emotion after emotion burned through me, but in the space of a breath, my mind immediately dispatched any feelings that wouldn’t help me right now. That left only the dark ones. Rage. Fury. Malice.
I tightened my hold on the gun and narrowed my eyes at the man I hated most in the world.
“Hello, Leith.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Leith stood there, frozen, eyes on the gun. Finally, swallowing, he slowly lifted his gaze to my face. He was pale, so pale that he could have been on the verge of passing out.
“Eugenie…you’re hurt…are you okay? There’s blood on your bandage….”
I didn’t doubt it and didn’t bother to check. “Stop it. Just stop your fucking concerned act. I don’t want to hear it.”
In the corners of my eyes, I saw the gentry girls edge their way toward me like some sort of honor guard. I started to tell them to back off, but Leith had no real magic, and I was the one with the gun.
“What are you…? It-it’s not an act, I swear it. I care about you. I love you.”
“Love me?” I snarled. “People in love don’t fucking drug and rape other people!”
“It wasn’t rape. Did I ever hurt you? Did I beat you?”
For a moment, I was so stunned that I couldn’t even speak. “You…you’re serious, aren’t you? You really believe that? You really believe you didn’t do anything wrong!”
“It was the only way I could convince you…the only way I could convince you that we’re meant to be together. Normal courtship didn’t work. Neither did Mother’s attempt to just capture you and bring you to the Rowan-”
“Her attempt to what?”
“She used her magic to bind the power of several animals together and-”
“Jesus Christ! That was her?” Katrice had sent Smokey to bring me back for Leith. Lovely. Girard had mentioned her love of woodland animals but not her ability to control them.
“Look,” Leith rambled desperately. “We’d be a great team-you know we would. We’d have two kingdoms. You saw what I was able to do to help yours! With your power and my ingenuity-”
“Ingenuity?” I cried. I would have laughed if it wasn’t all so horrible. “You have none! You’ve got a tiny bit more technological know-how than the average gentry, but everything else you stole from humans. You traded it in exchange for these girls’ self-respect. You didn’t even have the balls to kidnap from your own people!”
Again, much like when he’d raped me, I wished he’d be more belligerent. This idyllic, faux love was worse. It made everything he’d done to me worse. I could feel my temper surging, anger racing through me. I could hardly see because of my fury. Or maybe it was the blood loss. Odder still was a strange shift in the air, a cooling off. It had been humid and stuffy before, but it was definitely cooler now. Not in the way that heralded a Volusian appearance but something different altogether that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.