Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

decided to go after Mab and make her pay for all the evil things she’s done? For what she did to our family, to us?”
    Bria didn’t say anything, but I could see the struggle in her face. She hated Mab as much as I did, but my sister was still a cop. She still believed in things like law, order, justice. She’d spent her whole life believing in them and fighting against people like me. She couldn’t just put allthat aside because she’d found out that her long-lost sister was a notorious assassin. No matter how much I might want her to.
    “So you really are the Spider?” she finally asked.
    I nodded.
    “And how many people have you killed over the years?”
    I didn’t want to push her farther away, but I wasn’t going to lie to her either. Not anymore. So I shrugged. “I quit keeping count a long time ago. You wouldn’t want to know anyway, not really.”
    “No,” she said in a thoughtful tone. “I wouldn’t want to know. Not really.”
    We didn’t speak for several moments.
    “So what now?” I asked. “We’ve both been searching for each other for weeks, and we both want Mab to pay for what she did to our family. So where does that leave us?”
    Bria hesitated. “You have to understand that I’ve spent my whole adult life being a cop, Gin. That I was raised by a cop, a good one. Rules, procedure, the law, all of those things mean something to me. I don’t think that they do to you.”
    I shrugged again. No, they didn’t, because I had my own rules, my own procedure, my own law. But I didn’t think that Bria wanted to hear about the Spider’s cynical, bloody, violent worldview right now.
    “I should be turning you in for everything you’ve done, including killing Elektra LaFleur and Mab Monroe’s men, even if they deserved it,” Bria said. “But I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I don’t know why.”
    Her reluctance to rat me out wasn’t much, but it was a place to start.
    “Well, I know what I want,” I said. “You’re my sister, Bria. I want what I’ve always wanted—a relationship with you. You back in my life in some way. I want to get to know you and see how much you’re like the little girl I remember, the one I used to play all those games with, and have such fun with. Don’t you want that too? After everything we’ve been through? After all these long years we’ve been apart?”
    Bria let out a tense breath. “I thought I did before I found out that you were the Spider. Now, I just don’t know.”
    Her words didn’t surprise me. I’d expected this conversation to more or less go the way it had. But her lack of commitment hurt me, wounded me deep down in a way I couldn’t even begin to describe. Probably the same way that my doubt and hesitation did to Owen. He’d never said anything to me about it, but I could tell that Owen wanted something from me that I just wasn’t ready or able to give him. Just as Bria wasn’t ready to give me her love and trust. Not now, maybe not ever. Irony. Out to get me once again.
    “I need some time to think about things, Gin,” Bria said, running a hand through her blond hair. “I mean, it’s not just you. After I left the train yard last night, I called Xavier and told him what had happened. Xavier’s my
partner,
for crying out loud, and he knew more about you, about who you are and what you do, than I did. Or do. Or whatever. I feel … betrayed. By him, by you, by the whole situation. I can’t just snap my fingers and forget everything that I am just because I know who you are now.”
    “I understand,” I said in a quiet voice.
    And I did.
    Once upon a time, I’d been a happy little girl with a mother and two sisters who had loved her. But fate or destiny or even simply circumstance had turned me into a killer. It was a choice that I’d embraced and something that I’d had to do in order to survive. I knew this. Rationally, I knew it, but it had still taken me a long time to adjust to the fact that I’d never be that carefree little girl again.
    And neither would Bria. In many ways, my sister was just like me. She might believe in the law and in justice, while I put my faith in my knives and my will to use them, but deep down, we were more alike than she realized. We both did what needed to be done to protect the people we cared about. I just got more blood on me along the way. I wondered if Bria would ever realize that. I hoped she would. I hoped—for a lot of things. Too many things,