“You know, I’m getting rather tired of you interfering with my plans,” Salina said in a mild, slightly amused voice. “And look at you—you’re covered with blood, sweat, dirt, and who knows what else. Disgusting. What did Owen ever see in you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, my voice as cold and calm as hers was. “Maybe the fact that I’m not a psychotic bitch who tortures people for kicks. I’m also not the one going around Ashland killing his friends and family because I’m secretly jealous of them. Tell me, how many folks are you going to bump off before you’re satisfied that you have him all to yourself? Call me crazy, but I don’t think murder is the way to Owen’s heart.”
Her eyes narrowed in her beautiful face. “I think I know a lot more about Owen’s heart than you ever will, Gin. I saw how he looked at me that night at Underwood’s and just a minute ago in the clearing. He still loves me, and he’ll always love me—no matter what.”
I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. Sure, he might have some feelings left for you, but believe me when I tell you they won’t be enough to overcome you trying to murder Cooper—or what you did to Eva when she was a kid.”
Salina gasped, surprised by the fact that her dirty little secret had finally come to light after all these years.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Cooper and Kincaid told him all about what you did to his baby sister. Owen’s not the kind of man who forgets things like that. He protects the people he loves.”
Salina stared at me, the rush of water the only sound between us. I kept my gaze on the other elemental, waiting—just waiting—for her to reach for her magic and try to blast me with it the way she had Cooper. I was ready for her, ready to reach for my own Stone magic and use it to harden my skin to protect the water in my body. Then I’d strike back at her with all the Ice magic I could summon and freeze her where she stood. I discreetly tucked my knife back up my sleeve and got ready to raise my hands up and throw my power at her.
Instead of being scared by me and the magic shimmering in my gray eyes, Salina still seemed amused. I was getting real tired of her laughing at me.
“You should have driven back to Ashland while you had the chance,” she said. “I was going to be considerate and let you live a few more days. At least until after I finished my other business in town and could devote my full attention to Owen.”
Once again, I wondered what she was plotting, but I pushed my questions aside. All that mattered was killing her before she could hurt anyone else.
“And you should have known better than to come up here,” I snarled. “I warned you to leave Ashland. You really should have taken my advice. What did you think would happen? That you could just kill Cooper and go on your merry way? Fat chance of that now.”
“Who said Cooper was the only one I wanted to kill?”
Then she smiled at me—smiled and smiled like she’d just won the lottery. My eyes narrowed. What was she grinning at? Salina wasn’t in the clear—far from it. I wasn’t going to be stupid enough to step into the water, and all I had to do was blast her with my Ice magic from this side of the creek—
My eyes dropped to the water that rushed in between us. Too late, I realized what Salina’s plan really was. I tried to back away from the edge of the water, but I was too slow—too damn slow.
With a twisting motion of Salina’s hand, water exploded out of the creek like a geyser. Even as I tried to lunge back out of its range, I could see the water arcing through the air, writhing and twisting into long, slender tentacles.
That happened in the first second. In the next one, the liquid tentacles wrapped around my legs. And by the third, they’d pulled me down into middle of the creek.
23
So this is what it’s like to drown.
That was the thought that filled my mind as the cool creek water closed over my head. Oh, I struggled, of course, struggled with all my strength against the tentacles wrapped around my body. But it was like a hundred, cold, wet hands were twisting me around and around underwater, and I just couldn’t get a sense of what direction was up.
Finally, I managed to break the surface of the water long enough to suck down a breath. Then the tentacles were around me again, dragging me under once more.
Over and over, the tentacles let me rise up just long enough to draw in precious oxygen. I knew what Salina was doing—the bitch was playing with me. She’d thought she’d already won, that she’d already killed me, and she was savoring the moment, savoring her victory over the Spider.
And I couldn’t figure out a way to stop her. Cooper had warned me that her magic was wet, wild, and slippery. Every time I tried to pry off one of the tentacles wrapped around me, my fingers harmlessly slid through it like the water it was. Plus, she was strong in her magic, maybe even as strong as I was in mine, and now she had a whole creek full of water to use against me. I was in her element now—and it was going to be the death of me.
At some point, Salina must have gotten bored with making me bob up and down like a Halloween apple, because the tentacles wrapped me around a final time—and then dragged me down to the bottom of the creek. The water wasn’t that deep, maybe eight feet, but there was more than enough for Salina to kill me with.
Mud and rocks ground into my back as I blinked, staring up through the creek. The water was pure, sweet, and clear this high up in the mountains, and I could make out Salina’s wavy figure standing above me on the bank. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought she was smiling.
But the worst part was that I could—I could see her through the water. Standing beside the tub watching me drown—smiling while I was drowning.
Eva’s words whispered in my mind. I remembered what she had said about how Salina had watched her drown—and the pleasure the elemental had taken in it. Now, all these years later, Salina was doing the same thing to me.
Not if I could help it.
There was no use struggling against the tentacles, not now, when Salina had moved in for the kill, so I let my body go loose and slack against the water that surrounded me like a wet tomb, like I was already halfway to drowned. Not much of a stretch. I had maybe two minutes’ worth of oxygen left before I blacked out. After that, the end would be quick.
My Stone magic was useless in this situation, so I focused on my Ice power, gathering and gathering it around me. It was the only chance I had left—and I didn’t even know if it would work. If I had enough power to do what needed to be done in order to survive.
Ten seconds passed . . . twenty . . . thirty . . . My lungs burned a little more with every passing second, the need for air so great I wanted to scream from it, but I forced myself to be calm, to wait to bring all of the Ice magic I had to bear, along with what I had stored in my spider rune ring. I thought about reaching for the Ice power that was in my knives as well, but my concentration was a little shaky, and I didn’t know if I could tap into the magic of all six items at once. So I decided to focus on combining my magic with the ring’s and releasing all of that power outward at once. I’d only get one shot at this, and I had to make it count—or I was dead.
So I gathered up the final scraps of my Ice magic . . . and let loose with it.
I sent out a blast of Ice, forcing the cold power out of my hands and into the water around me. I didn’t know if I had enough strength, enough magic for what I needed to do; hell, I didn’t even know if it would work at all.
The creek water that had been rushing by immediately froze. One second, I could feel the water flowing around me. The next, it had stopped cold—literally. The entire creek had frozen around me, including the tentacles of Salina’s magic. They wrapped around my body like crystallized tendrils of ivy gnarled and knotted every which way. The whole scene, all the glittering, elemental Ice around me, was strangely beautiful—and still deadly.