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"Who the hell are you?" Hazel asked.
I grinned. "Your worst fucking nightmare. "
The men standing behind Grimes and Hazel shifted uneasily on their feet. Their leaders might not be afraid of me, but they were - and with good reason.
I gestured at the dead men all around me. "You know, you really should get yourself some better help. All your boys are good for is target practice. "
"Take her," Grimes ordered in a cold voice. "Alive. "
I grinned even wider and twirled my knives, flinging fat drops of blood off the ends of the blades. "Please," I snarled, staring at the men behind him. "Step right up and die. "
Nobody made a move toward me. I let out a dark, happy chuckle, then clucked my tongue. "So hard to find good help these days. "
"Now!" Grimes screamed, his calm façade finally cracking.
Apparently, Grimes's men were more afraid of him than they were of me, because they rushed forward.
Fools. I raised my knives again and stepped up to meet them. First, I'd take care of Grimes's men, then Hazel and the big man himself -
"Now, Hazel," I heard Grimes say.
A second later, thousands of hot, invisible bubbles brushed against my skin. I had just enough time to grab the man in front of me, turn him around, and use him as a shield before a ball of elemental Fire blasted into us.
The flames exploded on the man's chest, burning away his clothes and immediately turning the upper half of his body into a charred, blistered mess. He started screaming and didn't stop, so I shoved him out of the way and took a step toward Grimes and Hazel, who were holding hands, as if they were combining their magic.
That was all I saw before another blast of elemental Fire came my way. Then another one, then another one.
I managed to duck the first two balls but not the third one, which hit my shoulder like a red-hot sledgehammer and spun me around. Before I could move, before I could react, a fourth blast of Fire hit me square in the back.
This time, I screamed.
Because I was almost out of magic, and I didn't have any way to stop the elemental Fire washing over me. The silverstone in my vest heated up as it soaked up the worst of the flames, but it didn't absorb enough of the magic, not nearly enough.
The men attacking me fell back, as they started yelling and trying to get away from the flames before they leaped from my body and onto theirs. The stench and sizzle of my own charred flesh filled my nose, and smoke boiled up from my clothes, mixing with the lingering fog from my elemental Ice. The heat and pain were so intense that
I couldn't tell which way was which, and before I could figure out where and whom to attack, a fist shot through the flames, slamming into my skull.
Mercifully, the world went black after that.
Chapter Twenty
The sun woke me.
It streamed in through the open window, as sweet and innocent as could be, warming everything that it touched with its soft golden rays. Outside, birds trilled out high, happy notes, accompanied by the low, steady bass beat of bumblebees and other bugs.
I cracked my eyes open. A painting of puffy clouds drifting across a summer sky cover
ed the ceiling above my head, like they always did whenever I woke up at Jo-Jo's house after a fight to the death. For a moment, I relaxed, even though part of me wondered why I was lying on the hard wooden floor instead of in the bed beside me. But the more I stared at the ceiling, the more it seemed like there was something slightly . . . off about it. Like the painting wasn't the same one that I'd seen so many times before.
A soft summer breeze fluttered in through the window, ruffling the pretty, delicate lace curtains - and bringing the stench of death along with it. And I finally realized that I wasn't in Jo-Jo's house after all; I was in Harley
Grimes's piss-poor substitute.
But instead of springing to my feet, I lay there on the floor and took stock of the situation, trying to force the rest of the fuzziness to fade from my mind. I still had on the same bloody clothes as before, although I could feel the breeze dancing over bare patches on my arms and legs from where Grimes's and Hazel's elemental Fire had seared through the fabric. The soft kiss of the wind made the burns and blisters that marred my skin start pulsing with pain, and I had to grit my teeth against the sensation. More cuts and bruises dotted my body, adding to my aching exhaustion. I'd put up a good fight, but it had left its mark on me.
Once I realized that I was more or less in one piece, I focused on my magic. My spider-rune ring was still empty and would be until I filled it up again, but being knocked unconscious had given my body a chance to regenerate some of my power, although it was still little more than scraps inside me, not nearly enough to let me go toe-to-toe with Grimes and Hazel with any hope of success - or survival.
I shifted on the floor and put a hand on my chest, patting myself down. I was still wearing my silverstone vest, and the front was largely intact. Then again, Grimes and Hazel had put most of their Fire power into my back. But all of my supplies had been fished out of the vest pockets, including my extra knives. Not surprising. I supposed I should be grateful they'd left my clothes on, burned and bloody as they were, instead of stripping me naked and shoving me into some sort of sundress and heels like they had done with Sophia. Actually, I wondered why they'd let me live in the first place. They should have grabbed one of my knives and cut my throat with it while I was still unconscious -
