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I slid into the library as quiet as a shadow. Delov was so focused on Fletcher that he never thought to look behind him, so he never saw me coming. Instead of going for the giant's back, I aimed low, slicing my knife across his right hamstring as brutally as I could, hoping to put him down on my level, so to speak. Delov let out an angry, pain-filled bellow, even as his leg buckled and slid out from under him. The gun went off, shattering one of the glass windows to Fletcher's right and not the old man's skull.
But Delov wasn't done. He rolled over onto his back, bringing his gun up and around and searching for the person who'd attacked him.
I didn't give him a chance to fire a second shot. I surged forward and slashed down with the knife, cutting into his right wrist. The silverstone blade skittered off the thick bones there. Delov howled with pain again, and the gun slid from his hand. I kicked it away, then threw myself on top of him - knife-first. I sank the blade deep into Delov's chest, scraping against his ribs. The giant screamed and dug his left hand into my hair, yanking me back and off him. I kept hold of the knife, though, and as soon as the blade slid free of his chest, I twisted around and stabbed his arm with it. When he let go of my hair, I brought the knife back down into his chest again - and again and again, until his screams faded away and he finally quit fighting me.
When it was over and Delov was dead, I got to my feet and turned to face Fletcher, who was leaning against the desk for support. The old man looked down at Delov, then Peaches, who was sniffing his master's body.
"I was wondering why that dog suddenly decided to come in here," Fletcher said, lifting his green gaze to mine. "You led him and Delov straight to me, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"You used me, Gin," he said, a note of accusation creeping into his voice. "You used me as bait for Delov. As a stalking horse. "
I winced and nodded again. "I couldn't think of another way to take him down. I couldn't kill him myself, not face-to-face, anyway, and I thought I'd have a better chance with a sneak attack. "
Fletcher didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me with a thoughtful expression, as though I were some curious creature he'd never seen before.
"Are you angry with me?" I whispered, my heart twisting at the thought.
He gave me a rueful grin. "Well, I won't deny that you gave me a scare there for a minute. But I'll get over it. You did what you had to in order to save us both, Gin. Don't ever apologize for that. Especially not to me. I've done far worse than you tonight. Used people, manipulated them, lied to them time and time again in order to accomplish my goal. Using folks, deceiving them, putting them in certain situations - it's all part of being an assassin. If you live long enough, you'll do worse yourself, even to folks you consider friends, maybe even to those you love. You'll hurt them, whether by choice, chance, accident, or design. "
I shook my head. "No, I would never do something like that. "
"Sure you would. You just did. Here, tonight. "
I looked down at Delov. The answer was in the giant's blood slowly soaking into the colorful rug underneath his body.
A sad smile curved Fletcher's lips. "I don't blame you, Gin, and you shouldn't blame yourself either. It's just the nature of what we do - of what you do now. But no matter what, remember this: all that really matters in the end is protecting the people you care about, even if they don't like how you do it, even if they hate you for it. Because I'd rather have somebody alive and hating me than dead and buried, with me knowing that I failed them. "
I nodded, listening to his words, even if I didn't really believe that I could ever do anything horrible enough to somebody I cared about to make him hate me for it.
"But that's enough philosophical talk for one night," Fletcher said. "Delov is dead, and we aren't. So what do you say you drive me over to Jo-Jo's so the old girl can patch me up?"
I nodded and pointed at the Pomeranian. "And what about Peaches? We can't just leave him here. There's no one to take care of him. "
Fletcher regarded the fluffball. "No, I suppose not. Maybe we'll give him to the Kilroy girl, the one who lived. Might help take her mind off her sister's death. Besides, every girl should have a dog. So grab him, and let's go. "
While Fletcher hobbled down the hall toward our exit point, I slid the bloody knife up my sleeve and picked up the Pomeranian, staring into his soft, liquid brown eyes.
"You're just lucky you're so cute," I muttered to the dog.
Peaches barked and licked my cheek, and I let out a relieved laugh -
Something wet splattered onto my face, snapping me out of my memories.
I punched my hands in the air, thinking that maybe Clementine wasn't as dead as I thought she was. The motion made my ribs and collarbone ache worse, and I groaned with pain. A moment later, more wet drops hit my skin, and I realized that it was just the river sloshing up onto the walkway where I was lying.
I sighed and blinked away the last fragments of my dream. I was in the same position as before, sprawled next to Clementine's body in the boathouse. Everything was still and quiet, except for the soft, constant rush of the river and the macabre mutters of the marble as it soaked up the violence I'd committed here tonight.
I stared at the giant. Blood was still oozing out of the wound in her chest; I hadn't been out that long. Five minutes, maybe ten. Either way, it was time to find the others and let them know I'd survived.
I sucked in a breath and slowly started to move, inch by inch, foot by foot, surfing each fresh wave of pain until it died down to a more manageable level. It took me a while to push myself up into a sitting position, then longer still to reach out, grab hold of the spear in Clementine's chest, and use it to help me climb to my feet.
I clutched the spear so I wouldn't fall back down while I assessed my injuries. Broken ribs, broken collarbone, a body full of aches and pains. The Saturday night special for the Spider. But my ribs hadn't punctured my lungs, my breath came easily enough, and my heart beat with a strong, steady rhythm. I'd be all right until Jo-Jo could work her healing magic on me.
The same couldn't be said for the giants, though. Dixon was still facedown in the river, and I could see the silver flash of curious fish drawn to the scent of his blood in the water. Opal lay on the walkway next to him, eyes open and mouth slack in surprise, a swarm of mosquitoes hovering over her like a dark thundercloud. And finally, there was Clementine, flat on her back, the spear stuck through her chest like it was the center of a bull's-eye.
For the final time that night, I leaned down over a dead giant. I searched through Clementine's pockets for the one thing I wanted: Mab's will. I tucked the ebony tube into one of the holsters under my skirt so it would be out of sight from any prying eyes.
