Bria’s had a few minutes before. Ruined dress. Black boots. Blood on all the spaces in between.
It wasn’t a pretty picture, I knew it wasn’t, and I waited for Owen to turn away from me. He was still struggling with his feelings about Salina’s death, including the conflicting ones he had for me, and I knew that how I looked right now wouldn’t help my cause any. It would only reinforce what I did as the Spider—and what I’d done to Salina.
Owen kept staring at me, his violet eyes on my gray ones. I wondered what he saw there and what he thought about it all.
Bria and Xavier glanced back and forth between us, but they remained quiet. All around us, the hums of the crickets continued, punctuated every now and then by the haunting hoot of an owl hidden in one of the trees.
“Yes,” Owen finally said. “I suppose you do.”
Instead of the uncertainty and disgust I’d expected, his gaze softened with understanding—and respect. It was the first time he’d looked at me like that in weeks. It was the first time he’d looked at me without pain in his eyes since Salina’s death.
“But you’re not going alone,” he continued. “I’m coming with you.”
“But you’re hurt. Your arm—”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter right now. You do. You said that Clementine would have Opal and Dixon for backup. Well, you need somebody too. You don’t know what tricks the giants might pull. Bria and Xavier can handle things in the rotunda. They’re both better shots than I am. Besides, I have my own score to settle with Clementine and Dixon. I know you understand that.”
He smiled at me, and I found myself grinning back. Once again, a tiny bit of hope sparked to life in the cold, black ashes of my heart, hope that maybe Owen and I could get through this after all. That we could eventually move past this, together.
I embraced that hope for a moment, grabbed onto it with both hands, and held it close like the rare treasure it was. Then I let go of it, let it float away like a butterfly on a bright day, because the darkest part of the night was yet to come, and there was no place for it here.
21
Bria, Xavier, Owen, and I left the gardens and went back to the museum. We didn’t see or hear anyone as we scurried from the edge of the flowerbeds over to the side entrance I’d used before. I gestured for the others to stay hidden behind the bushes, while I sidled up to the door and peered through the cracked glass.
Once again, the hallway was dark and empty. I hadn’t heard Clementine issue any more orders over the radio, but I was sure she’d told all of her remaining giants to either hightail it back to the rotunda or go outside and guard the trucks. Only one way to find out. The giants had busted the lock in their haste to chase after Owen and me, so I didn’t have to use my stolen key card to open the door this time.
I winced as a bit of glass fell out of one of the doorframes and plinked against the stone, but the noise didn’t keep me from ducking inside. I stood by the entrance, a knife in hand, looking and listening, but I didn’t see or hear any guards. I turned and waved for the others to come on in.
We headed toward the rotunda. During my earlier wanderings, bumps and thumps and shouts had echoed from one room to the next as the robbers had looted all the art. But now everything was still and quiet, and the only sounds were my friends moving beside me and the tense mutters of the marble. The stone could sense all of my dark intentions. It knew that the violence was far from over.
We made it back to the stairs I’d used before without incident. We climbed up them to the second floor, then got down on our bellies and slid over to the edge of the balcony, staring down.
The scene hadn’t changed much since I was here last. The hostages were all sitting together in the middle of the rotunda, surrounded by giants with guns. Good. They didn’t realize it, but the giants had made themselves easy targets by standing over the hostages. Bria and Xavier could easily pick off the guards without worrying about a hostage getting in the line of fire. Once the shooting started, I imagined everyone on the ground would duck farther down for cover anyway.
Another thing working in our favor was the fact that there were only about a dozen giants left standing guard in the rotunda. All the others must be out by the moving trucks. They probably thought protecting the art was their number one priority now. Poor fools. They didn’t realize that Clementine planned to blow them sky-high just as soon as she could.
It took me a few seconds, but I finally spotted my friends in the crowd. Roslyn and Finn were hovering over Phillip, still applying pressure to his gunshot wound. Roslyn would press down on his chest for a minute before Finn moved forward to relieve her. Then, after another minute had passed, they’d switch places again. Eva cradled Phillip’s head in her lap, stroking his golden hair and whispering to him, even though he was unconscious. Phillip’s skin looked pale and sweaty, but his chest moved up and down with a slow, steady rhythm.
I let out a quiet sigh. He was still breathing, which meant that we still had a chance. Jo-Jo and Cooper would be here any minute. As soon as the giants were dead, Bria and the others could carry Phillip out of the rotunda and find Jo-Jo when she arrived so that she could heal him with her Air elemental magic.
Owen realized that Phillip was still alive and also let out a relieved breath. After a moment, he reached over and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back, telling him that I understood his fear and worry and that I was going to do my best to make sure that we all lived through this.
Footsteps sounded, rattling into the rotunda, and we all tensed. A moment later, Clementine appeared at the main entrance, followed by Opal and Dixon. She whispered something to one of the giants standing guard, then stared at the hostages. She plastered a pleasant smile on her face, stepped forward, and addressed the crowd once more.
“I thought it was about time to come and give you ladies and gentlemen an update,” she said. “My boys and I are almost through loading up all of our lovely new art, so we’ll be out of your hair soon enough. I’m sure that will come as a relief to all of you.”
Most of those in the rotunda let out a collective sigh, although they still regarded her with cold, wary suspicion. This was Ashland, after all, the city where double-, triple-, and even quadruple-crosses were a daily occurrence. The hostages knew that they wouldn’t be truly safe until Clementine and her crew were either gone or dead.
“But before we wrap up our last bit of business here, I need to call upon the services of one more person,” Clementine said. “Eva Grayson.”
Eva gasped, as startled by the request as everyone else was.
If it wouldn’t have given away our position, I would have opened my mouth and let loose with all the loud, blistering curses that burned on the end of my tongue. Damn and double damn—and then some. I’d hoped my bluff about Owen being dead would have persuaded Clementine to leave my friends alone, but it seemed like she hadn’t bought my story after all. I wondered if she’d finally figured out that she’d killed the wrong woman—that the Spider was still alive.
Either way, there would be no sneaking up on her in the boathouse and stabbing her in the back. No, now that she had Eva, I had to play the game Clementine’s way and approach her head-on, even if it would most likely get me killed in the end.
Clementine gestured at Opal and Dixon, who waded into the crowd of hostages. Dixon grabbed Eva’s arm, hauled her upright, and handed her over to Opal. Finn surged to his feet and lunged for Dixon’s gun, but the giant was ready for him. Dixon slapped his hand away, yanked the gun from its holster, and smashed the weapon into Finn’s face.
Finn fell on his ass, a dazed expression on his face and blood gushing from a cut on his forehead.
“Not so mouthy now, are you, pretty boy?” Dixon sneered.
“Do me a favor,” Finn said, shaking off his daze and wincing as he touched his cut. “Hit me with the gun again instead of your hand. It’s probably cleaner.”
Dixon’s orange skin reddened with anger, and he drew back the weapon for another blow. Finn just grinned at the giant, his green eyes as cold and hard as ice in his blood-covered face.
