Jennifer Estep - Widow's Web

At the sound of Jo-Jo’s footsteps, Rosco peered in our direction, hoping she had a treat for him. The basset hound gave a happy woof at the sight of me, and his tail thumped against the side of his basket. Then he turned in Finn and Owen’s direction and let out a low whine. Their argument had interrupted Rosco’s nap, and it was obvious he wanted them to shut up so he could get back to it, pronto. Couldn’t blame him for that. I’d only been in the room a minute, and their sharp voices had already given me a headache.

“Enough,” I said.

Finn and Owen kept arguing, with Eva occasionally putting in her two cents for good measure. Cooper sat silent. I looked at him, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Enough!” I repeated, raising my voice.

Finn and Owen were too intent on yelling at each other to hear me, so I did something Sophia had taught me—I put my fingers between my lips and let out a loud, earsplitting whistle. That got them to shut up and look at me in surprise.

“Morning, boys,” I drawled.

For a moment, the two of them just stared at me. Finn recovered first. He usually did.

“I’m not sure how much of that you heard, but he ”—Finn stabbed his finger at Owen—“actually wants to give that water elemental bitch a chance to explain herself. Apparently, he wants to know exactly why she tried to kill you, other than the fact that she’s just mean as a snake and bat-shit crazy to boot.”

Owen bristled. “That wasn’t my point at all, and you know it.”

Finn glared at my lover, but Owen ignored him and looked at me.

“My point was that Salina needs help,” he said in a quiet voice. “She wasn’t always the way . . . she is now. I want to at least give her a chance to do the right thing.”

I thought the right thing for Salina involved stabbing her repeatedly with one of my knives and then slitting her throat for good measure, but I wasn’t going to tell Owen that.

“Why don’t you all leave us alone for a few minutes?” I said. “Owen and I have some things we need to discuss.”

Finn shot Owen another hot glare, but he stormed out of the salon. Eva got to her feet and followed him, with Kincaid trailing along behind her. Cooper stood as well, walked across the room, and held his arm out to Jo-Jo, who blushed a little.

“My, what a gentleman you are,” Jo-Jo said in a soft voice.

“I do try,” Cooper said. “Especially with a pretty lady who saved my life.”

Jo-Jo blushed a little more at that. So she had healed Cooper with her Air magic too. Good. I was glad that Owen’s mentor was okay, although I didn’t know quite what to make of his shameless flirting with her.

Jo-Jo saw me looking at them and grinned. She let out a low whistle, and Rosco lurched up out of his basket and trotted after her, in hopes of getting a treat after all. Cooper leaned down to pet the dog, then the three of them set off down the hallway.

Bria stood up and came over to me. My sister gave me a critical once-over, then leaned forward and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered.

I tightened my arms and returned her hug. “Me too.”

She drew back. “What do you want to do about Salina? Cooper said he’d press charges against her, so I can arrest her for what she did to him.”

I didn’t want Bria anywhere near Salina and her magic, but I knew my sister was just trying to do her job. “I appreciate that, and I’m sure Cooper does too, but let me talk to Owen first, okay?”

She nodded, hugged me again, and left the salon.

Once she was gone, I shut the door for privacy. Then I turned to face my lover.

“So,” I said. “Salina.”

“Yeah, Salina.”

Owen ran a hand through his hair and started pacing back and forth. I walked over, sat down in one of the padded chairs, and watched him. Waiting, just waiting, for him to let me in, to tell me exactly what was going on inside his head and his heart too—and wondering whether or not I’d like what he had to say.

I wondered if this was how Owen had felt when I’d seen Donovan again. If he’d felt the same ugly pressure in his chest, the same paralyzing fear, the same sharp, niggling worry that the harder I tried to hold on to him, the faster I was losing him to Salina.

Not only was she stunningly beautiful and strong in her magic, but she was sly. To Owen, Salina had always presented a sweet, innocent, beguiling face, at least until today, but to everyone else, she had eventually showed her true, deadly nature. It was a sticky web she’d caught Owen in, pitting his feelings for her against how she’d hurt the people he cared about most. I wasn’t sure if my lover could ever fully untangle himself from her and what she’d once meant to him—or if he even really wanted to deep down inside.

The idea of losing Owen scared the hell out of me, but I forced myself to stay calm and listen to what he had to say.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at me. “What Salina did to you and Cooper was terrible. And what she did to Eva and Phillip all those years ago is simply inexcusable. I know how you want to handle it now, and I can’t say I blame you. If Donovan had done to me what Salina did to you, I’d take my blacksmith’s hammer to the bastard’s knees before I used it to cave in his skull.”

I didn’t respond.

“But she needs help, Gin. I wish you could have known her before Mab murdered her father. She was different then.”

I wanted to point out that Mab had murdered my family too and that I hadn’t let it turn me into a monster—at least not as much of one as Salina. I might have been an assassin, but I could keep my rage in check, whereas the water elemental couldn’t, and I didn’t blame people for things that weren’t their fault. Most importantly, I didn’t go around hurting innocent people.

But I kept those thoughts to myself. Instead, I just looked at my lover, that calm expression still fixed on my face. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“I want to go talk to Salina and get her to check herself into a facility.”

As the Spider I’d once done a hit inside the confines of Ashland Asylum, and I’d have been quite happy knowing Salina was locked up there. In fact, there was no place I’d rather have seen Salina—except in the ground. But Owen was asking me for a chance. I owed him that.

“And if she doesn’t agree?” I asked. “What happens if Salina doesn’t want to get help?”

Owen’s body swelled with tension, and a bit of fire flashed in his violet eyes. “Then I’ll kill her myself for what she’s done to you, Eva, Cooper, and Phillip. She either gets help, or she gets dead. Is that something you can live with?”

I would have skipped the getting help part and gone straight to getting dead, but I couldn’t deny Owen what he was asking. I didn’t want him anywhere near Salina, but I couldn’t stop him from going, not without being a total hypocrite. Not after everything he’d seen and watched me do these past few months. Owen hadn’t batted an eye at my killings. The least I could do was give him one more chance to get Salina under control before I plunged my knife into her heart.

I sighed. “I don’t like it, but I understand why you have to do it. But I have one condition—we go talk to her together.”

Owen opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.

“No, I don’t trust her, especially not with you. You saw her when she was attacking Cooper. How happy it made her to hurt him. You don’t know that Salina won’t turn on you too, especially given what you’re asking her to do.”

He shook his head. “She won’t hurt me. Trust me. I know Salina better than anyone.”

I wanted to point out how wrong he was. How he hadn’t known what Salina was capable of when they were younger and that she’d likely only gotten crueler and more vicious over the years. But once again I held my tongue. Owen had stood by me plenty of times when I’d gone into dangerous situations, and he’d always let me do what I thought needed to be done. I had to do the same for him now. Besides, this way, I’d be there to protect him—and stop her for good.