“Why didn’t you help him?” she yelled at the crowd. “Why did you all just stand there? You were supposed to be his friends! Cowards! You’re nothing but dirty rotten cowards! The whole lot of you!”
No one answered, but the guests edged away from her and dropped their eyes in shame.
Finally, a giant stepped forward, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. I recognized him as one of Dubois’s bodyguards.
“Calm down, Salina,” he said. “You know we couldn’t save your father. Not from Mab. Not without dying ourselves. There was nothing we could do.”
The girl stared up at the giant a moment, then smiled—a bright, sunny smile that was at odds with her red, tear-streaked face. Something about her expression made me uneasy. I started to move forward, but Fletcher grabbed my arm and held me still. The old man shook his head at me.
“You’re right, Carl,” the girl said in a sweet voice. “You couldn’t do anything—but I can.”
She reached into the giant’s jacket, plucked his gun from the holster on his belt, and shot him in the chest with it.
Carl screamed with pain and surprise. He staggered back, but the girl went after him.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She kept right on shooting him. Giants could take a lot of damage, but getting pumped full of lead at point-blank range will take a toll on anyone. Carl staggered back, his feet slid out from under him, and he landed on his back on the grass. But still, the girl wasn’t done.
She walked over and stood by the giant’s side.
“Salina . . . please . . . stop . . .” he said through a mouthful of blood. “It wasn’t . . . my fault. . . . You have to . . . know that. . . .”
That sunny, eerie smile curved the girl’s lips again, and her hand tightened on the gun.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She emptied the rest of the magazine into his head.
Blood arced up through the air and spattered onto her, but the girl didn’t care. She kept pulling the trigger until the gun was empty.
Click.
She let out a disgusted snort and threw the weapon down on the giant’s bloody chest. After a moment, she realized that everyone was watching her in horrified silence, just the way they had Mab. Rage flashed in the girl’s eyes, and she started forward to do—something, I didn’t know what exactly. The crowd backed away from her, giving her the same wide berth they would a wild, rabid animal that was about to charge at them.
“Salina! Salina!” the boy said, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms by her sides. “That’s enough!”
“No, it’s not!” she screamed, struggling to break free of him, struggling to throw herself into the group of people in front of her and claw at them with her bare hands. “He needed to pay! They should all pay for just standing there! For just letting it happen! For letting my father die!”
The girl struggled with the boy a few more seconds before her screams dissolved into sobs once more. The boy put his arms around her and held her again while she cried.
For a minute, everyone just stood there and watched. Then, one by one, the guests began walking across the lawn, careful to skirt around Dubois’s and the giant’s bodies as they headed to their cars.
Fletcher and I were among the last to leave. The old man looked at the still-sobbing girl with a grim expression on his face. “She’s going to be trouble later on,” he said in a dark voice. “For anyone who crosses her in any way.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
To me, she was just a girl—a girl who’d watched her father be horribly tortured and murdered, just like I’d seen happen to my mother and Annabella. My heart ached for her, and I wanted to go over to the girl and put my arms around her, just like the boy was doing. At least she had him to comfort her, to help her. That was something. I hadn’t had anyone.
Instead of answering me, the old man shook his head. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Fletcher put his arm around me, and we hurried across the lawn, going back to the kitchen with the rest of the staff under the pretense of getting our things and getting out of there. Before we went into the mansion, I looked over my shoulder a final time.
The boy had moved over to talk to another one of Dubois’s bodyguards. He had his arm around the girl’s shoulders, but he didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t listening to what he was saying to the giant. Instead, the girl was staring down at Carl’s body. But the weird thing was that she almost looked . . . happy. Satisfaction filled her face, and she was smiling again, although it seemed like there was something wrong with her expression, that it was somehow twisted into something far more sinister—
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” yelled an angry voice, startling me awake.
25
“Seriously, are you out of your mind?” that same voice asked again.
My eyes snapped open, and I realized I was staring at a ceiling that featured a soft, pretty, cloud-covered fresco. Jo-Jo’s. I was in the dwarf’s house. Somehow, I’d gotten all the way from Cooper’s forge, down the mountain, and over to Jo-Jo’s salon in a ritzy Northtown suburb. Since I was lying in one of her upstairs bedrooms, that meant she had already healed me, had already fixed all the damage Salina had inflicted when she’d tried to drown me with her water magic. Good. That was good.
What weren’t good were the bangs, shouts, and general commotion I heard coming from downstairs.
“Just let me talk to Salina,” another voice said.
Owen. That was Owen’s voice.
“And do what?” demanded the first voice, which I now recognized as Finn’s. “Ask her to apologize to Gin for almost drowning her? Or maybe you’re going to get her to do a double apology, for almost blasting Cooper to death with her water magic?”
Silence. Then—
“I can’t believe you’re still defending her,” a third, softer, feminine voice jumped into the mix. Eva, this time.
“I’m not defending her,” Owen replied. “But Salina obviously needs help.”
“Oh yeah,” Finn sniped. “She needs help in the form of a bullet to the head—nothing else.”
All the voices started talking at once, arguing with each other. I sighed, wondering how long my friends, family, and lover had been fighting. Probably since they’d brought me here. I glanced over at the window. Morning sunlight was creeping through the curtains, warming the entire room, and the clock by the bed read eight thirteen. We’d gone up to Cooper’s about four o’clock yesterday afternoon, which meant I’d been in bed for more than twelve hours. Not surprising. Air magic always took a toll on you mentally as your brain tried to catch up to the fact that your body was well once more. Plus, I’d gotten my ass kicked. I still needed a few more hours’ sleep to really be myself again.
The voices continued arguing, telling me it was time to rise and shine, whether I felt like it or not. I sighed again, threw back the covers, sat up, and realized I wasn’t alone.
Kincaid was there with me.
The casino boss sat in a chair in the corner, reading one of Jo-Jo’s beauty magazines. He looked up at the sound of me stirring in the bed.
“Getting some tips on how to keep your ponytail looking all nice and shiny?” I quipped.