Elemental Assassin 02 - Web of Lies

daggers with their bare hands. But that But the odds or how to go about killing the giants didn’t mean that they didn’t have magic. Which would wasn’t what was holding me back. Not really. It was the make them doubly hard to get rid of.
    consequences; what would happen afterward when their Still, if I hadn’t had the flu, I might have considered boss, Mab Monroe, got involved.
    killing them—or at least cutting down a couple so I could Seventeen years ago, Mab Monroe had used her Fire run away. Although I’d dragged myself out of bed this elemental magic to kill my mother and older sister, a fact evening, I’d grabbed my silverstone knives on the way out I’d only recently learned. She’d also tortured me, using the door. Five of them. Two tucked up my sleeves. one her magic to superheat and burn a spider rune into my nestled in the small of my back. Two more in the sides of palms. I was planning to deal with Mab myself after I figmy boots. Never left home without them. ured out a few things, like why she’d murdered my family of course, being an elemental myself I didn’t really in the first place and where the hell my long-lost baby need my knives to kill. I could just use my magic to take sister, Bria, was now.
    down the bastards. My Stone power was so strong that I Taking care of Jonah McAllister and the rest of his Estep_Web of Lies_1P EP.indd 408-409
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    hired help tonight would definitely tip my hand and And that’s when the fun really started.
    draw even more of Mab’s attention my way. I didn’t want Elliot Slater snapped his hand up and slammed his Mab and her minions to realize that I had any elemenfist into my face. Bastard was quick, I’d give him that. I tal magic. To suspect that I was anything more than the hadn’t braced myself for the blow, and I jerked back in the simple restaurant owner Jonah McAllister wanted dead giants’ arms. The force almost tore me out of their grasp. for tattling on his son to the cops. At least, not before I Pain exploded like dynamite in my jaw.
    killed the bitch for what she’d done to me. But Slater didn’t stop there. He spent the next two All that left me with only one option tonight—I was minutes beating me. one punch broke my drippy nose. going to have to let the bastards hurt me, beat me. That Another cracked two of my ribs. And I didn’t even want was the only way I could keep my cover identity as Gin to think about the internal bleeding or what my face Blanco safe, along with who I really was, Genevieve Snow. looked like at this point. Thud, thud, thud . I might as well Fuck. This was going to hurt.
    have been a piece of meat the giant was tenderizing for Elliot Slater finished rolling up his sleeves. “Are you dinner. Every part of me hurt and burned and throbbed sure you don’t have anything to tell us, Miss Blanco?”
    and pulsed with pain.
    I sighed and shook my head. “I told you before. I don’t And the bastard laughed the whole fucking time. Low, know anything about Jake McAllister’s death except what soft, chuckling laughs that made my skin crawl. Elliot I read in the newspaper.”
    Slater enjoyed hurting people. Really enjoyed it. The bas“I’m sorry to hear that,” Slater murmured. tard’s hard-on bulged against the zipper on his black pants. The giant stepped forward and flexed his fingers, ready Slater hit me again and stepped back. By this point, I to get on with things. Time for me to put on a little show. hung limp between the two giants, all pretense of being I widened my gray eyes, as though it had just sunk into tough and strong long gone. I just wanted this to be over my addled brain what Elliot Slater was planning to do with.
    to me. I let out a phlegmy scream and turned to run, A hand grabbed my chin and forced my face up. I as though I’d forgotten all about the two giants standing stared into Elliot Slater’s hazel eyes. At least, I tried to. behind me. I ran right into them, of course, and the two White starbursts kept exploding over and over in my field giants immediately seized my arms. Even though I had of vision, making it hard to focus. The light show was no real intention of trying to break free, I still struggled better than fireworks on the Fourth of July. to keep up appearances. Yelling, flailing, kicking out with “Now,” Elliot rumbled. “Do you want to reconsider my legs. The bastards laughed at me and my weak blows, what you know about Jake McAllister’s death? Maybe you