By a Thread (41 page)

The words hung in the air between us for a moment, before the wind whipped them away and carried them out across the ocean. But I'd said the words, finally voiced my worrisome thoughts, and there was no taking them back. In a way, it was like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders, just as it had been that day when Fletcher had left me in the woods. Sure, the old man had dumped me out there, but he'd also shown me that I could keep going—no matter who abandoned me or the hardships I had to face as a result of that.

Maybe I wouldn't like what Bria would say. Maybe she'd want nothing more to do with me. Maybe she'd break my heart with harsh words. But now, at least I'd know one way or the other how she felt, and I could get on with my life accordingly.

And most of all, I could quit being afraid.

Bria stared at me for a long, long time, feelings flashing in her eyes one after another like stones skipping across the surface of a still lake. Guilt. Regret. Love. Wariness. Shame. The last emotion surprised me. What would Bria have to feel ashamed
about? I was the one who killed people, not her.

“I do love you,” she finally whispered. “But you're right. It's been hard for me these past few months in Ashland, knowing what you are, watching what you do. It goes against everything that I know about being a cop and upholding the law. I know it wasn't your fault that Mab tortured me, but part of me was still angry at you because it happened. So angry. Like you should have killed her before you did, even though you almost died trying to do that at her mansion before I was ever kidnapped.”

Her words hurt, like a dozen knives twisting into my heart all at once, but they weren't unexpected. In fact, they were far kinder than what I'd thought they'd be, but I still braced myself for what was to come. I might be willing to let Bria go, but it was going to hurt all the same—maybe even more than losing her in the first place had.

This time, Bria sucked in a breath. “I'll admit that with Mab gone I've thought about moving back down here and picking up my old life again. But I'm not the same person I was when I left Blue Marsh. Not after everything that's happened to me and to you too. I might not like what you do, but you're not going to lose me, Gin.”

“Why not?” I said, forcing the words out through the lump of emotion that clogged my throat. “What's changed?”

Bria looked at me. “Because we came down here, and I saw how Donovan treated you. How he thought he was so much better than you, so much more righteous, and I realize that it's the same way I've been treating you for months now, when you've done nothing but save my life over and over again. With no
question, no hesitation, and nothing asked in return. Not one damn thing.”

Tears streaked down her cheeks, and her blue eyes were agonizingly bright in her face. “The truth is that I'm ashamed of myself for acting like him and most especially for taking you for granted. When we found out that Callie was in trouble, you were the first one to do anything about it. You immediately stepped up and offered to help her. If it wasn't for you, Callie would be dead now and probably Donovan along with her. You saved her not because I asked you to and not even because she was my friend but because you saw someone who was in trouble and you realized you could help her. Maybe you
are
an assassin, maybe you
are
one of the bad guys, but you know what? I don't give a damn anymore. You're my sister first, and that's all that matters to me.”

I blinked and was surprised to find hot tears sliding down my own cheeks, one after another in a torrent that I couldn't control. She . . . she . . .
understood
. She actually understood who and what I was and that I would probably never change or give up being the Spider. She knew it all, and she was still here with me. All sorts of emotions surged through my heart then, but there was one that drowned out all the others—relief. Pure, sweet relief that she wasn't going to walk out of my life, that she was going to stick with me through the good and the bad and whatever else the world threw at us.

I reached forward and wrapped my arms around Bria, and she did the same to me. We stood like that for several minutes, still and quiet, with silent sobs shaking both of our bodies. Just letting out all the fear and anger and guilt that had crept up on us
both and had created this gulf between us. But we'd overcome those emotions, and I'd be damned if we'd ever grow apart like this again.

Finally, we both drew back and wiped the tears from our faces, both of us pretending not to notice that we'd been crying in the first place.

“So,” I said when I could finally speak again. “What do you say we hop into Finn's fancy convertible and drive back to Ashland?”

Bria smiled and held out her hand to me. “Let's go home.”

I threaded my fingers through hers and, hand in hand, we headed for the car.

29

Two weeks later, it was business
as usual at the Pork Pit.

Sophia wearing her Goth gear and baking bread for the day's sandwiches. The smells of grease and sugar flavoring the air as burgers and more sizzled on the grill. Waitresses grabbing plates and handing out food as fast as Sophia and I could dish it up. Finn, Bria, Owen, and all my other friends and family dropping by for meals. Me reading my latest book behind the counter in between lulls in the action.

Customers wondering whether or not I'd kill them for merely looking at me.

Things hadn't changed much since I'd come back from Blue Marsh. Actually, things hadn't changed at all. People still flocked to the Pork Pit to get a glimpse of the notorious Gin Blanco, the woman who might or might not be the Spider and who might or might not have killed Mab Monroe. Whispered rumors still followed me from one side of the restaurant to
the other, and everyone froze every single time I picked up a knife of any sort to peel potatoes or slice tomatoes.

But my time in Blue Marsh had given me a different perspective on things, and now the obvious stares, rumors, and whispers didn't bother me as much as they had before. People would think what they wanted to about me, and there was nothing I could do to stop or change their rampant speculations. Eventually, some other scandal would pop up in Ashland, and everyone would turn their attention to it instead of me. Gin Blanco and the infamy surrounding her would die down and slowly be forgotten, and I'd be relegated to an urban legend, a myth, if folks bothered to remember me at all. But I was okay with that. In fact, it couldn't happen soon enough for me, and I looked forward to the day when I was back in the shadows once more. In the meantime, I'd survive—just the way I always did.

The folks in Ashland might not have changed while I'd been gone, but I found that I had—at least a little bit. I might have almost died fighting Dekes, and I'd never forget the vampire's vicious attack on me, but I'd made peace with some of the things in my life, mainly my fears about Bria.

She was my baby sister, and I'd saved her from Mab. I'd kept that promise to her, and her life was her own now. I'd always love Bria whether she chose to stay in Ashland or decided to spread her wings and live somewhere else someday. But I didn't think my sister would be going anywhere anytime soon. We were getting along better than ever, now that everything was out in the open between us, and I thought
that Finn and Bria were on the verge of something serious too.

As if she'd heard my thoughts, the bell over the front door chimed, and my sister stepped into the restaurant. It was warm outside today, as spring was finally in full force in Ashland, and Bria had left her long coat at home. She wore a pair of dark jeans, along with a crisp white button-down shirt and a pair of comfortable but stylish black boots. As always, she was on the job, and her gun gleamed on her black leather belt right next to her gold detective's badge.

It was late in the day, almost closing time, and only a few folks sat at the blue and pink vinyl booths in front of the windows, chowing down on their food. Bria came over and slid onto a stool right next to the cash register.

“Hey there, baby sister,” I said, using one of the day's credit card receipts to mark my place in the copy of
Watership Down
by Richard Adams that I was reading. “What can I get you?”

“Just an iced sweet tea,” she said. “I'm parched.”

I filled a glass with the sweet, sugary tea, then wrapped my hand around it and reached for my Ice magic. Elemental Ice crystals spread across the glass, immediately frosting it, and I held my palm up and created a couple of Ice cubes and dropped them into the tea as well, just for good measure. It had taken several days for my body to replenish the magic that Dekes had stolen from me. I was back up to full strength now, and I couldn't help but test my power every so often to make sure that it was still there. Maybe it was paranoid, but I wasn't going to take my magic for granted—not anymore.

I added a couple of slices of
lemon to the tea before passing it over to Bria. She took a few long drinks before setting the glass aside, reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, and coming up with a small square cream-colored envelope. She put the envelope down on the counter and carefully slid it over to me.

“Callie sent me a wedding invitation,” Bria said in a quiet voice. “I just got it today. I thought you might want to see it. She put a note in there, inviting you to come to the wedding if you wanted to.”

I'd thought about Callie a lot over the past two weeks and even more about Donovan. I'd wondered if the detective would go through with the wedding, but given the invitation, it looked like he intended to after all. I knew that in his own way, Donovan had made a promise to Callie when he'd given her that engagement ring, and he wanted to keep it. He wouldn't want to embarrass her by backing out now, no matter how he really felt about her—or me.

Still, I thought they'd be happy together. Callie adored the detective, and she was just the kind of woman Donovan really wanted to be with, deep down. Smart, sweet, pretty, charming, and a great cook. They'd find a way to make it work. Whatever lingering feelings Donovan might have for me would fade in time, and he'd eventually be glad I'd turned him down in the Sea Breeze, because he'd have exactly the kind of life that he wanted—and so would I.

“I don't need to see the invitation,” I said, pushing the envelope back across the counter to her. “But you can tell Callie that I hope that she has a great life with Donovan. I really mean that.”

“I know you do.”

Bria slipped the invitation
back into her pocket. She sat at the counter and sipped her tea, and the two of us talked back and forth while I wiped down the counter.

“You want to head over to Northern Aggression and get a drink after I close up the restaurant for the night?” I asked. “Just the two of us?”

She shook her head. “Sorry, but I can't. I'm supposed to meet Finn for an early supper over at Underwood's. But how about a rain check? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“I'd like that.”

Bria smiled. “Me too.”

My sister's smiles came easier and lasted longer these days. The tension and anger in her had eased as well, and her eyes weren't quite as dark and haunted as they had been before. She was slowly getting over the torture she'd suffered because of Mab, just like I was coping with what Dekes had done to me. Together, we were helping each other heal and move on with our lives.

That isn't to say it was all smooth sailing. After all, I was still an assassin, and Bria was still a cop. The push and pull between our two chosen professions would always be there, but there was more to us than that now. There was more to our relationship than that now. We were starting to become real friends, in addition to being sisters.

Still, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, no matter what challenges we faced, we would do so together.

And that was all that really mattered.

Eventually, Bria polished off the rest of her sweet tea and headed out to meet Finn for dinner, promising to call me tomorrow. Thirty minutes
passed with no new customers coming in the door, so Sophia and I started closing down the Pork Pit for the night while we waited for the few folks left inside to finish up their meals and leave. After we turned off all the appliances, I grabbed the last of the day's trash bags and stepped out into the alley behind the restaurant.