Эприлинн Пайк: Wings

Barnes pointed his gun again, and this time Tamani couldn’t hold back a cry of agony as a bullet ripped through his other thigh. Laurel’s whole body trembled as Tamani’s scream seemed to invade every organized, symmetrical cell in her body, throwing them into chaos. She crawled one step forward, and Tamani shot her a look that ordered her to stay put. No sooner had his eyes met hers than they were back on Barnes. A sheen of sweat glistened on Tamani’s brow as Barnes set the gun down on the desk with a loud clunk and walked forward.

“Not going anywhere now, are you?”

Hate burned out of Tamani’s eyes as he stared up at the hulking figure.

“You’re here the day I’m supposed to go down and sign papers on the land holding your precious gate. I’m not stupid enough to blame that on coincidence. How did you know?”

Tamani closed his lips and said nothing.

Barnes kicked Tamani’s foot, and a low growl escaped his tight control. “How?” Barnes shouted.

Still Tamani said nothing and Laurel wondered how long she could bear to watch. Tamani’s eyes were tightly closed, and when he opened them he looked straight at Laurel for an instant.

She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to keep her promise. He actually wanted her to turn her back on him, walk down the stairs alone, and return to the land to fetch Shar.

She’d given her word.

But she knew she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t leave him. In one glaring instant, she realized she’d rather die with him than leave him to die alone.

In that moment of surrender, her eyes lit upon the gun.

Barnes had left it sitting on the desk and was paying no attention to it at all. Under lowered lids Tamani followed her gaze. He looked back at her and shook his head in such a small motion she barely saw it. Then he winced and moaned as Barnes kicked his leg again.

“How?”

Barnes crouched in front of Tamani. Laurel knew it was the best chance she was going to get. She crept forward, trying to imitate the deft strides she’d watched Tamani take all morning.

“In ten seconds, I’m going to take your foot and break every stem in your leg.”

Her hands curled around the cold steel and she tried to remember everything her father had taught her about guns a few years ago. This one was a heavy, squarish pistol — the kind that almost looked like a black water gun. She looked for a safety or a hammer and saw neither. She closed her eyes for just a second, hoping with all her might that this was one of those point-and-pull kinds of guns.

“You get one more chance to give me my answer, faerie. One, two—”

“Three,” Laurel finished for him, pointing the weapon at his head.

Barnes froze.

“Stand up,” Laurel commanded, staying just out of arm’s reach.

Slowly, Barnes stood and turned slightly toward her.

“Against the wall,” she said. “Away from him.”

Barnes laughed. “You really think you’re going to shoot me? Little snippet of a thing like you?”

Laurel flinched as she squeezed the trigger, almost crying out in relief as her efforts sent a bullet into the wall. She pointed the gun at Barnes again.

“Okay,” he said, and backed up a few paces, turning all the way around to face her. His eyes widened as he recognized her face. “I thought I had you killed.”

“Think harder next time,” Laurel said, proud her voice was not shaking nearly as much as her legs.

“Did my boys forget…Wait, no.” He sniffed the air suspiciously. “You — I don’t…” His voice faded as he turned to Tamani and gave a sinister chuckle. “I get it now. The faeries have resorted to placing changelings. Changelings!” He looked down at Tamani, his tone casual. “When are you going to learn that we trolls come up with all the best ideas?”

Laurel fired another shot at the wall and Barnes jumped. “We’re done talking,” she said.

The two stood together in some kind of impasse. Barnes seemed almost sure she wouldn’t shoot him, and Laurel was just as sure she couldn’t. But she couldn’t let Barnes know that.

Unfortunately, the only way to put his doubts to rest was to actually shoot him. Her fingers felt sweaty on the trigger as she let the gun rise till the barrel covered his face, blocking it from her sight.

That was as far as she could go.

“Remember what I told you, Laurel,” Tamani said very quietly. “He ordered you to be killed, he poisoned your father, he manipulated your mother…He’ll do it again if you let him get away.”

“Stop, really, you give me far too much credit,” Barnes said with a mocking smile.

Loud, ragged breaths hissed in and out of Laurel’s mouth as she tried to make her fingers contract. But her arms lowered a few inches and a smile tugged at the corner of Barnes’s mouth.

“I knew you couldn’t do it,” he jeered. He dropped into a crouch and flew at her.

All Laurel saw was red-rimmed, murderous eyes and hands extended more like claws than fingers. She didn’t even feel the gun in her hand as her fingers clenched and the crack of a gunshot roared in her ears. Barnes’s body jerked back as the bullet tore through his shoulder. Laurel screamed and dropped the gun.

With a groan, Tamani pulled himself forward and his hands clutched at the weapon. Barnes roared in pain, but his eyes found Laurel again.

“Leave her alone, Barnes!” Tamani yelled, aiming the gun.

Barnes barely had time to focus on the gun pointed at his head. Even as Tamani pulled the trigger, Barnes leaped at the window and crashed through it, dropping to the ground below. Tamani’s shot embedded itself harmlessly into the wall. Laurel ran to the broken windowsill and caught one last sight of Barnes fleeing toward the river before his bloodied form disappeared over a hill.

Tamani let the heavy gun clatter to the ground. Laurel flung herself to her knees and into his arms. He groaned in her ear, but when she tried to pull back, he held her tight against his chest. “Don’t you ever, ever scare me like that again.”

“Me?” Laurel protested. “I’m not the one who got shot!” Her arms snaked around his neck and her whole body shook.

Her head jerked up when she heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. Tamani shifted her a little to the side and grabbed the gun, pointing it at the doorway.

David’s white face appeared at the top of the stairs. Tamani sighed and let the gun fall back onto the floor, his arms limp.

“I heard the shots and saw Barnes run away,” he said, his voice shaking. “Are you two okay?”

“Eye of Hecate, do neither of you know how to follow directions?” Tamani growled.

“Apparently not,” Laurel said dryly.

“What happened here?” David asked, looking wide-eyed around the disaster of the room.

“We’ll talk in the car. Hurry, David, Tamani needs help.” They each ducked under one arm and managed to raise Tamani from the floor. Tamani was trying to be brave, but Laurel winced every time a choked moan escaped his lips. They half-dragged him toward the doorway when Laurel stopped. “Wait,” she said, transferring all of Tamani’s weight to David. She hurried to the desk and looked at the papers. The top layer was peppered with a fine spray of blood. Troll blood , Laurel thought with a grimace. But she took a breath and forced herself to sort through them anyway. Anything that mentioned her mother or the address of the land, she scooped up to take with her. Luckily, it was a small stack.

“Let’s go,” she said, ducking under Tamani’s arm again.

They were silent as they passed the bodies of the dead trolls. The sun was out in earnest now and Laurel hoped no one would see them dragging this obviously injured person out to their car. Belatedly, she wondered if anyone besides David had heard the shots. Looking up and down the street at the other crumbling and dilapidated houses, she wasn’t sure it mattered. It looked like a neighborhood where gunfire was commonplace.