Jennifer Estep: By a Thread

Customers wondering whether or not I’d kill them for merely looking at me.

Things hadn’t changed much since I’d come back from Blue Marsh. Actually, things hadn’t changed at all. People still flocked to the Pork Pit to get a glimpse of the notorious Gin Blanco, the woman who might or might not be the Spider and who might or might not have killed Mab Monroe. Whispered rumors still followed me from one side of the restaurant to the other, and everyone froze every single time I picked up a knife of any sort to peel potatoes or slice tomatoes.

But my time in Blue Marsh had given me a different perspective on things, and now the obvious stares, rumors, and whispers didn’t bother me as much as they had before. People would think what they wanted to about me, and there was nothing I could do to stop or change their rampant speculations. Eventually, some other scandal would pop up in Ashland, and everyone would turn their attention to it instead of me. Gin Blanco and the infamy surrounding her would die down and slowly be forgotten, and I’d be relegated to an urban legend, a myth, if folks bothered to remember me at all. But I was okay with that. In fact, it couldn’t happen soon enough for me, and I looked forward to the day when I was back in the shadows once more. In the meantime, I’d survive—just the way I always did.

The folks in Ashland might not have changed while I’d been gone, but I found that I had—at least a little bit. I might have almost died fighting Dekes, and I’d never forget the vampire’s vicious attack on me, but I’d made peace with some of the things in my life, mainly my fears about Bria.

She was my baby sister, and I’d saved her from Mab. I’d kept that promise to her, and her life was her own now. I’d always love Bria whether she chose to stay in Ashland or decided to spread her wings and live somewhere else someday. But I didn’t think my sister would be going anywhere anytime soon. We were getting along better than ever, now that everything was out in the open between us, and I thought that Finn and Bria were on the verge of something serious too.

As if she’d heard my thoughts, the bell over the front door chimed, and my sister stepped into the restaurant. It was warm outside today, as spring was finally in full force in Ashland, and Bria had left her long coat at home. She wore a pair of dark jeans, along with a crisp white button-down shirt and a pair of comfortable but stylish black boots. As always, she was on the job, and her gun gleamed on her black leather belt right next to her gold detective’s badge.

It was late in the day, almost closing time, and only a few folks sat at the blue and pink vinyl booths in front of the windows, chowing down on their food. Bria came over and slid onto a stool right next to the cash register.

“Hey there, baby sister,” I said, using one of the day’s credit card receipts to mark my place in the copy of Watership Down by Richard Adams that I was reading. “What can I get you?”

“Just an iced sweet tea,” she said. “I’m parched.”

I filled a glass with the sweet, sugary tea, then wrapped my hand around it and reached for my Ice magic. Elemental Ice crystals spread across the glass, immediately frosting it, and I held my palm up and created a couple of Ice cubes and dropped them into the tea as well, just for good measure. It had taken several days for my body to replenish the magic that Dekes had stolen from me. I was back up to full strength now, and I couldn’t help but test my power every so often to make sure that it was still there. Maybe it was paranoid, but I wasn’t going to take my magic for granted—not anymore.

I added a couple of slices of lemon to the tea before passing it over to Bria. She took a few long drinks before setting the glass aside, reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, and coming up with a small square cream-colored envelope. She put the envelope down on the counter and carefully slid it over to me.

“Callie sent me a wedding invitation,” Bria said in a quiet voice. “I just got it today. I thought you might want to see it. She put a note in there, inviting you to come to the wedding if you wanted to.”

I’d thought about Callie a lot over the past two weeks and even more about Donovan. I’d wondered if the detective would go through with the wedding, but given the invitation, it looked like he intended to after all. I knew that in his own way, Donovan had made a promise to Callie when he’d given her that engagement ring, and he wanted to keep it. He wouldn’t want to embarrass her by backing out now, no matter how he really felt about her—or me.

Still, I thought they’d be happy together. Callie adored the detective, and she was just the kind of woman Donovan really wanted to be with, deep down. Smart, sweet, pretty, charming, and a great cook. They’d find a way to make it work. Whatever lingering feelings Donovan might have for me would fade in time, and he’d eventually be glad I’d turned him down in the Sea Breeze, because he’d have exactly the kind of life that he wanted—and so would I.

“I don’t need to see the invitation,” I said, pushing the envelope back across the counter to her. “But you can tell Callie that I hope that she has a great life with Donovan. I really mean that.”

“I know you do.”

Bria slipped the invitation back into her pocket. She sat at the counter and sipped her tea, and the two of us talked back and forth while I wiped down the counter.

“You want to head over to Northern Aggression and get a drink after I close up the restaurant for the night?” I asked. “Just the two of us?”

She shook her head. “Sorry, but I can’t. I’m supposed to meet Finn for an early supper over at Underwood’s. But how about a rain check? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“I’d like that.”

Bria smiled. “Me too.”

My sister’s smiles came easier and lasted longer these days. The tension and anger in her had eased as well, and her eyes weren’t quite as dark and haunted as they had been before. She was slowly getting over the torture she’d suffered because of Mab, just like I was coping with what Dekes had done to me. Together, we were helping each other heal and move on with our lives.

That isn’t to say it was all smooth sailing. After all, I was still an assassin, and Bria was still a cop. The push and pull between our two chosen professions would always be there, but there was more to us than that now. There was more to our relationship than that now. We were starting to become real friends, in addition to being sisters.

Still, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, no matter what challenges we faced, we would do so together.

And that was all that really mattered.

Eventually, Bria polished off the rest of her sweet tea and headed out to meet Finn for dinner, promising to call me tomorrow. Thirty minutes passed with no new customers coming in the door, so Sophia and I started closing down the Pork Pit for the night while we waited for the few folks left inside to finish up their meals and leave. After we turned off all the appliances, I grabbed the last of the day’s trash bags and stepped out into the alley behind the restaurant.

The darkness greeted me like an old friend, as did the rest of the sights. The oil and grease on the pavement, the crack in the wall opposite the Pork Pit, the soft, slow murmurs of the bricks.

The two guys in the shadows waiting to get the jump on me.

Nope, things hadn’t changed much since I’d been back in Ashland. The underworld was still in turmoil, which meant that the lowlifes were still gunning for me, still coming around the restaurant in hopes of taking out the Spider. I’d seen a few of them hanging around the Pit, looking at me with cold, calculating eyes, but no one had tried to kill me—until now. I was mildly surprised that it had taken them this long to start up again.