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"Keep him back however you have to," I said, not quite echoing the orders Salina had issued to her guards earlier tonight.
Owen let out a curse and started forward, but Kincaid held on to his arm. A second later, a distinctive click cut through the night air. Owen looked down in disbelief at the gun Finn had pressed to his side.
"I don't want to hurt you, Owen," Finn said in a regretful tone. "But we both know I will. So why don't you just stand still while Gin does her thing. "
"Gin," Owen said a final time, that same plea in his voice.
I stared at my lover a moment, looking into his beautiful violet eyes. Then I turned away.
Behind me, I heard Owen let out another curse and start struggling with Finn and Kincaid, but I shut the sounds out of my mind.
I dropped to a knee beside Salina. The water elemental drew in short, ragged breaths, her exhalations turning to frost given how cold the air was from my blast of magic. Blood had already frozen on the Ice beneath her body, and her blond hair fanned out around her in lovely waves, as though she were underwater.
Salina looked at me, then turned her head to stare at Owen. She smiled at him, that crazy, crazy love still shining in her eyes, before she looked at me once more.
"I won't stop," Salina rasped in a low voice only I could hear, as the blood continued to pump out of her gunshot wounds. "I can't stop - ever. "
"I know, sweetheart," I said softly. "I know. "
And then I leaned over and cut her throat.
"No!" Owen shouted. "No! No! No!"
But it was too late, and the cut I'd made in Salina's neck was too deep. She gasped, arched her back, and clawed at the wound, but she knew it was over, just like I did. Salina looked at me, something almost like relief flashing in her blue-green eyes, then lolled her head to the side to stare at Owen. She smiled at him a final time and held out a bloody hand, reaching for him - still reaching for him, despite everything that had happened, everything she'd done, everything that had passed between them.
Then the light went out of her eyes, her hand fluttered to the Ice, and she was still, as cold and dead and still as the shattered, frozen mermaid that loomed over us.
Chapter 33
I crouched there and watched Salina bleed out. Finn and Kincaid let go of Owen, who rushed over to the dying elemental. He hunkered down on the other side of her, staring at her open, sightless eyes and the deep, ugly gash I'd sliced in her slender throat.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But it had to be done. I think you know that, deep down inside. "
Owen looked at me, old memories and grief and pain swirling in his eyes - so much pain. Over Salina, over what she'd done to the people he'd cared about - and what I'd just done to her, the woman he'd once loved.
Owen didn't say a word as he watched Salina die. But when her blood slowed and finally stopped, he got to his feet, turned, and walked away from me - and he didn't look back.
All I could do was just watch him go, my heart shattering into smaller and smaller pieces with every step he took.
I stayed in that one spot, feeling as cold inside as the landscape was around me. A minute passed, maybe two, and the world kept on turning just like it always did.
I sighed, and got to my feet. Then I fished my knives from where they had been buried in the Ice, grabbed the staff as well, and sat down on the edge of the fountain, right next to the almost decapitated mermaid with her missing tail. The figure seemed to fix her eyes on me, accusing me of murdering the woman whose rune she'd represented.
"What are you staring at?" I muttered.
The mermaid kept grinning at me with her crazy smile. There was nothing else she could do. Just like Salina. Just like me too. I grimaced and turned away.
Bria and Xavier must have called for reinforcements, because more and more cops started showing up on t
he scene. Portable lights were rigged up so the po-po could see what they were doing. Crime scene tape was strung up here and there. Evidence was gathered. At least, what could be pried out of the elemental Ice that still covered most of the lawn.
I sat there on the rim of the fountain in the middle of it all. A few of the cops gave me sideways glances, but no one dared approach me - except Finn, who once again skated over to me.
"I'm sure you've realized by now that it won't be too much longer before the media arrive," he said. "So I suggest we make our exit now - unless you want your face all over the morning news. "
I nodded.
"Good," he said. "I made the same suggestion to Owen and Eva. They're already waiting for us in the Escalade. Kincaid is taking his own wheels home. "
