made them that way. Unlike some of my brethren, I actually like to earn my paycheck. So start talking, Kincaid. Now.”
“Or what?” he smirked. “You’ll get your sister to pull out one of her famous silverstone knives and make me?”
“Oh, Philly,” I drawled. “If you knew anything about me, you’d realize that I wouldn’t even have to use my knives.”
“And if you knew anything about me, Kincaid,” Bria added, her voice even frostier than mine, “you’d realize that I don’t need Gin to fight my battles. I do just fine on my own.”
Kincaid eyed Bria, then me, and I let the cold violence that was always lurking just below the surface leak into my features. Still, it wasn’t enough to motivate the casino boss, since he didn’t start singing like the proverbial canary.
“Her name is Salina Dubois,” Eva said in a soft voice.
Eva’s confession didn’t shock me like it did the others. While they all looked at her in surprise, I stared at Owen, trying to get a sense of what he was thinking, of what he was feeling. But all I saw in his face was weariness, as if this was a battle he’d fought many times before.
Bria raised her eyebrows. “Okay, so now we have a name. Progress, at last.”
Owen sighed. “Eva, you don’t know that it’s Salina just because Kincaid claims a water elemental is involved—”
“Yes, I do, Owen!” she hissed. “Yes, I do!”
Eva shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. Owen reached over and started to put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, but she jerked away from him before he could touch her. Frustration filled Owen’s face. His fingers clenched into a fist, which he lowered to his side. Kincaid watched them, and his mouth turned down with a hint of sadness.
“And Dubois is a water elemental? How do you know her?” Bria asked.
Eva looked at Owen, then at Kincaid. She bit her lip, her eyes drifting over to Antonio’s body once more. She shuddered again.
Kincaid sighed. “We all know her, Detective. Some of us far better than we’d like to.”
“And why is that?” my sister asked.
Kincaid sighed again. “Because we grew up with her.”
Violet had said something before about Eva and Owen knowing Kincaid from when the two of them had lived on the streets, but I still stared at my lover in surprise. Owen and Kincaid? Growing up together? With Salina in the mix as well?
Owen didn’t talk much about his past, but I knew his childhood had been just as hard as mine; his parents had also been murdered by Mab. The Fire elemental had burned the Graysons’ house to the ground, with them inside, because of a gambling debt Owen’s father owed her. Though his parents had been killed in the fire, Owen had managed to get himself and Eva out of the house. He’d been about seventeen then, Eva only two. After that, the pair had lived on the streets. Eventually, thanks to Fletcher and his machinations, Owen had gotten a job with a dwarven blacksmith who lived up in the mountains above Ashland. Owen had worked hard for the blacksmith, before striking out by himself and building his own business empire. Something eerily similar to what Kincaid had done, now that I thought about it. I wondered what else the two men had in common.
I knew Owen had his secrets, just like I did, and I’d respected his privacy, just like he had mine. We both hadthings we didn’t like to talk about, things we’d rather forget. But now, it seemed like his past was forcing its way into the light whether he wanted it to or not.
Whether I wanted it to or not.
“And what can you tell me about Dubois?” Bria asked Kincaid.
“Salina is a cold, calculating bitch who likes to use her water magic to kill people,” he snarled. “That’s all you really need to know about her, Detective.”
Bria’s eyes narrowed at his tone. “Oh, I think I know that about her already, Mr. Kincaid. Since I was the one who got called out to come and see what was left of Katarina Arkadi, and now
“Or what?” he smirked. “You’ll get your sister to pull out one of her famous silverstone knives and make me?”
“Oh, Philly,” I drawled. “If you knew anything about me, you’d realize that I wouldn’t even have to use my knives.”
“And if you knew anything about me, Kincaid,” Bria added, her voice even frostier than mine, “you’d realize that I don’t need Gin to fight my battles. I do just fine on my own.”
Kincaid eyed Bria, then me, and I let the cold violence that was always lurking just below the surface leak into my features. Still, it wasn’t enough to motivate the casino boss, since he didn’t start singing like the proverbial canary.
“Her name is Salina Dubois,” Eva said in a soft voice.
Eva’s confession didn’t shock me like it did the others. While they all looked at her in surprise, I stared at Owen, trying to get a sense of what he was thinking, of what he was feeling. But all I saw in his face was weariness, as if this was a battle he’d fought many times before.
Bria raised her eyebrows. “Okay, so now we have a name. Progress, at last.”
Owen sighed. “Eva, you don’t know that it’s Salina just because Kincaid claims a water elemental is involved—”
“Yes, I do, Owen!” she hissed. “Yes, I do!”
Eva shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. Owen reached over and started to put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, but she jerked away from him before he could touch her. Frustration filled Owen’s face. His fingers clenched into a fist, which he lowered to his side. Kincaid watched them, and his mouth turned down with a hint of sadness.
“And Dubois is a water elemental? How do you know her?” Bria asked.
Eva looked at Owen, then at Kincaid. She bit her lip, her eyes drifting over to Antonio’s body once more. She shuddered again.
Kincaid sighed. “We all know her, Detective. Some of us far better than we’d like to.”
“And why is that?” my sister asked.
Kincaid sighed again. “Because we grew up with her.”
Violet had said something before about Eva and Owen knowing Kincaid from when the two of them had lived on the streets, but I still stared at my lover in surprise. Owen and Kincaid? Growing up together? With Salina in the mix as well?
Owen didn’t talk much about his past, but I knew his childhood had been just as hard as mine; his parents had also been murdered by Mab. The Fire elemental had burned the Graysons’ house to the ground, with them inside, because of a gambling debt Owen’s father owed her. Though his parents had been killed in the fire, Owen had managed to get himself and Eva out of the house. He’d been about seventeen then, Eva only two. After that, the pair had lived on the streets. Eventually, thanks to Fletcher and his machinations, Owen had gotten a job with a dwarven blacksmith who lived up in the mountains above Ashland. Owen had worked hard for the blacksmith, before striking out by himself and building his own business empire. Something eerily similar to what Kincaid had done, now that I thought about it. I wondered what else the two men had in common.
I knew Owen had his secrets, just like I did, and I’d respected his privacy, just like he had mine. We both hadthings we didn’t like to talk about, things we’d rather forget. But now, it seemed like his past was forcing its way into the light whether he wanted it to or not.
Whether I wanted it to or not.
“And what can you tell me about Dubois?” Bria asked Kincaid.
“Salina is a cold, calculating bitch who likes to use her water magic to kill people,” he snarled. “That’s all you really need to know about her, Detective.”
Bria’s eyes narrowed at his tone. “Oh, I think I know that about her already, Mr. Kincaid. Since I was the one who got called out to come and see what was left of Katarina Arkadi, and now
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