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Linus had taken so much responsibility and guilt on himself. He once told me that nobody who chose the life of the Warden retired with clean hands. I’d never truly understood it until now. In ten years, if another Conspiracy reared its ugly head, it wouldn’t be Linus playing the spider and writing about his hubris killing innocent people. It would be me. If I learned well and worked very hard.
There was another file in there, locked behind a separate code. It was marked “Personal,” but my code worked. Linus must’ve meant for me to see it at some point or another.
Cornelius had gone to see him after the firestorm from Olivia’s death died down and we had neutralized Sturm, delivering what we thought was the death blow to the Conspiracy. It was just after Connor and Nevada’s wedding. Cornelius told Linus that he came to kill him, but he was willing to listen to an explanation first. They talked. Cornelius left and both he and Linus were still alive.
Your family is my family. My sister and brother both feel the same. You, Arabella, and Nevada are the only older sisters Matilda will ever have. You never have to worry that I would harm any of you.
Cornelius knew. He must’ve forgiven my grandfather. He must’ve forgiven us as a family. And Nevada had known as well. She had interrogated members of the Conspiracy once it fell apart. They would’ve identified Linus. Nevada hated Victoria Tremaine. Our grandmother had put her through hell, and her hatred was justified. My sister refused to allow Arthur anywhere near Victoria. And yet Nevada had forgiven Linus, kept his secret, and let him be a part of her life. Was it because his goal was justified or was it because she learned how close to the edge he had come trying to keep her alive? Perhaps it was both. I would have to ask her once this was all over. This was a quiet conversation we would need to have in private over a cup of tea with lots of calming candles burning.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she were the one who told Cornelius. Knowing her, she probably drove him to that meeting with Linus.
A big oddly shaped spider crossed my desk and stopped directly in front of me. Jadwiga and I stared at each other.
Slowly, carefully, I reached to the side, slid a drawer open, and pulled out a plastic container.
No sudden movements. I hummed softly, sending my magic out, and raised the container, holding it upside down.
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word . . .”
Wait, what am I doing? She’s a spider.
An inch. Another.
“Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird . . .”
Jadwiga held still.
Maybe it’s working.
The shadow of the container fell on the queen of spiders.
Jadwiga bolted across the desk and skittered down onto the carpet, up the wall, and into an AC vent.
Damn it. I tossed the container back into the drawer.
The sound of panting made me raise my head. Rooster sat in the doorway of my office, her gaze fixed on a point above her head.
Ah. “My sister got under your skin.”
The empty air tore in random spots and melted into Konstantin in his sunny angel form. He was carrying Arthur’s rubber band machine gun.
“It’s the principle of the thing,” he said. “As the best illusion Prime in the world, I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Please, come in.”
He entered, sat in my client chair, and put my nephew’s contraption onto the table. “This awkward weapon came for you by drone. I volunteered to deliver it.”
Nevada reminding me of my promise.
“Have you tested it?” I asked, nodding at the weapon.
He nodded. “Surprisingly it works.”
Rooster put her head on his thigh and looked at me. He petted her.
“Traitor,” I told her.
“It’s not her fault. Dogs like me.”
“How about spiders?”
He chuckled. “Not at all, I’m afraid.”
“Of course now that I know you have subverted your guard, I’ll need to replace her.”
“No need.” Konstantin scratched Rooster’s ear. “Arkan landed in Houston twenty minutes ago under an assumed identity. I would guess we have until dawn. He likes to be dramatic. Also, visibility is particularly poor before sunrise. Dusk would also work, but he doesn’t want to stumble around this massive house in the dark.”
It was all coming to an end.
“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked.
“I’ve realized I’m a talented amateur who has a long way to go and I’m dealing with that.”
“Ah. And here I thought you were brooding in here because Alessandro is talking to his mother. I stopped by for a few moments. It seemed very emotional.”
I smiled at him. “I quite liked my future mother-in-law.”
Rooster decided to lie down, and Konstantin put one leg over the other. “Oh? What is it you like about her?”
“She has excellent aim.”
He frowned.
We sat in silence for a few moments.
