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  But Sophia was quicker. The dwarf punched him once in the stomach. Lance went down like an anvil had been dropped on him. He crumpled to the floor and didn't move.

  One down, one to go.

  I turned my attention back to Jake, who'd rolled over onto his side. Blood dripped down the side of his head where he'd cut himself on the corner of the table. The half giant saw me standing over him, curled halfway up, and slashed at me with his cooling knife. Idiot. He didn't even come close to nicking me. After Jake made another flailing pass with the blade, I crouched down and grabbed his wrist, bending it back so he couldn't move it. I eyed the weapon in his locked hand.

  "Fuck," I said. "Get a real knife. You couldn't even peel potatoes with that thing. "

  Then I plucked the blade from his chapped fingers and snapped his thick wrist.

  Jake howled in pain, but the noise didn't bother me.

  Hadn't in years. I shoved him down onto his back, then straddled him, a knee on either side of his beefy chest, squeezing in and putting pressure on his ribs. Giants, even half giants like Jake, hated it when they had trouble breathing. Most people did.

  I adjusted and tightened my grip on the knife, ready to drive it into his heart. A flimsy weapon, but it would do the job. Just about anything would, if you had enough strength and determination to put behind it. I had plenty of both.

  A small, choked sob sounded, drawing my attention away from Jake and his high-pitched, keening howls.

  My gray eyes flicked up. The girl huddled underneath a table a few feet away, her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes as big as quarters in her face, tears sliding down her flushed cheeks.

  A position I'd been in, once upon a time.

  A couple of months ago, the girl and her tears wouldn't have bothered me. I would have killed Jake and his friend, washed the blood off my hands, and asked Sophia to get rid of the bodies before I closed up the Pork Pit for the night.

  That's what assassins did.

  And I was the Spider, one of the very best.

  But I'd had an epiphany of sorts two months ago when my mentor had been brutally tortured and murdered inside the Pork Pit - in the very spot Jake and I were in right now. The old man, Fletcher Lane, had wanted me to retire, to take a different path in life, to live in the daylight a little, as he was so fond of saying. I'd followed Fletcher's advice and quit the assassin business after I'd killed Alexis James, the Air elemental who'd murdered him.

  "Hmph. "

  Behind me, Sophia grunted. I looked over my shoulder at the dwarf, who still had hold of the other woman. The girl was unsuccessfully trying to pry the dwarf 's stubby fingers off her waist. Good luck with that. Sophia had a grip like death. Once she had you, she didn't let go - ever. My gray eyes locked with Sophia's black ones. Regret flashed in her dark gaze, and she shook her head just the tiniest bit. No, she was saying. Not in front of two witnesses.

  Sophia was right. Witnesses were bad. I couldn't gut Jake with the two girls watching and get rid of the body afterward. Not in my own restaurant. Not without blowing my cover as Gin Blanco and leaving everything behind. And I wasn't going to do that. Not for a piece of trash like the Fire elemental. But that didn't mean I couldn't let Jake know exactly whom he was dealing with.

  I waited until there was a lull in Jake's howls, then tipped his head up with the knife point and gazed into his eyes. They'd lost all hint of their red, fiery magic. Now his brown irises were wide and glossy with panic, fear, pain.

  "You ever come to my restaurant and fuck with me or my customers again, and I'll carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey. "

  I slashed down with the knife, breaking the skin on his beefy neck. Jake yelped at the sting and clawed at the slight wound with his sausage-thick fingers. I slapped his hand away and nicked him again. The smell of warm, coppery blood filled my nose. Something else that hadn't bothered me in a long, long time.

  "Every time you move, I'm going to cut you again. Deeper and deeper. Nod your head if you understand. "

  Hatred flared in his gaze, taking the edge off the pain and panic, but he nodded.

  "Good. "

  I clipped his temple with the knife hilt. Jake's head snapped to one side and fell onto the floor. Unconscious.

  Just like his friend Lance.

  I stood up, wiped my fingerprints off the knife, and dropped the weapon on the floor. The half giant didn't stir. Then I got to my feet and headed for the girl, still crouched underneath the table.

  She shrank back against the legs of a chair at my approach, like she wanted to melt into the metal. Her pulse fluttered like a mad butterfly in her temple. I put my friendliest, most trustworthy, charming, Southern smile on my face and crouched down until I was eye-level with her.

  "Come on, sweetheart," I said, holding out my hand.

  "It's over. Those men aren't going to hurt you now. "

  Her chocolate eyes darted to Jake lying on the floor.

  Her gaze flicked back to me, and she chewed her lip, her teeth white against her toffee skin.

  "I'm not going to hurt you either," I said in a soft voice. "Come on, now. I'm sure your friend wants to see how you are. "

  "Cassidy!" the other woman called out since Sophia still wasn't letting her go. "Are you all right?"

  Her friend's voice penetrated Cassidy's fearful daze.

  She sighed and nodded her head. The girl reached out, and I grabbed her trembling hand. Cassidy's fingers felt like thin, fragile icicles against the thick scar embedded in my palm. I tugged the girl to her feet. She eyed me with understandable caution, so I kept my movements slow and small, not wanting to startle her.

  "I'm fine, Eva," Cassidy said in a low voice. "Just a little shook up is all. "

  Sophia let go of the other woman, and I stepped back.

  Eva rushed forward and caught her friend in a tight hug.

  Cassidy wrapped her arms around the other women, and the two of them rocked back and forth in the middle of the restaurant.

  I walked over to Sophia, who was watching the two women with a flat expression on her pale face.

  "Friendship. Ain't it a beautiful thing?" I quipped.

  "Hmph. " Sophia grunted again.

  But the corners of the Goth dwarf 's lips turned up into a tiny smile.

  The two girls hugged a minute longer before Eva pulled a cell phone out of her jeans.

  "You call the cops," Eva told her friend. "I need to let Owen know I'm okay. You know how he is. He'll freak when he finds out about this. "

  Cassidy nodded her head in sympathetic agreement and pulled her own phone out of her jeans. The two women started dialing numbers, instead of asking me, the restaurant owner, to do it for them. Not surprising. If you wanted the cops, you called them yourself. You certainly didn't depend on the kindness of strangers to do it. Not in Ashland.

  I frowned. Cops. Just what I needed. Some of Ashland's finest getting an eyeful of me, the former assassin, a Goth dwarf who liked to dispose of dead bodies in her spare time, and the two guys we'd so easily dispatched.

  Not the kind of attention I wanted to draw to myself, even if I was retired. Nothing I could do about it now, though.

  Sophia went back to the stove to check on her baked beans. Eva spoke in a low voice to someone on her phone.

  Cassidy finished her 911 call and sank into the nearest chair.

  The girl stared at Jake on the floor; then her brown eyes flicked to the bloody knife. Her lower lip quivered, her eyes grew glossy, and her hands trembled. Trying to hold back the tears. Something else I'd had to do, once.

  I walked over to the counter and picked up a glass cake plate filled with the black forest cookies I'd baked this morning.

  "Here. " I took the top off and held the plate out to her. "Have a cookie. They've got plenty of sugar and butter and chocolate in
them. They'll help with the shakes. "

  Cassidy gave me a wan smile, took one of the chocolate treats, and bit into the concoction. The bittersweet chocolate melted in her mouth, and her eyes brightened with pleasure instead of worry.

  Eva finished her call and sat down next to her friend.

  Her hands didn't tremble as she snapped her phone shut, and she looked at Jake with a thoughtful expression. The only sign anything had happened to Eva was a red welt on her cheek, where her face had smacked into the floor.

  The girl had a level head on her shoulders and a firm grip on her emotions. But that didn't mean she wouldn't crash later.

  I held the plate out to her. "You too. "

  Eva took a cookie, broke it in two, and stuffed half of it into her mouth. Not shy, either.

  I also plucked one of the chocolate treats off the stack.

  Not because I had shaky nerves, but because they were damn good cookies. I'd made them myself, and I was just as good a cook as I had been an assassin.

  I looked at the two unconscious men on the floor.

  Lance lay spread-eagled next to one of the booths where Sophia had dropped him. Blood continued to drip from the cuts on Jake's throat and temple, staining the floor a rusty brown.

  I grabbed another cookie off the plate and watched him bleed.

  Chapter Two

  A couple of uniformed patrol officers showed up twenty minutes later. Late, as usual. If we'd really needed them, our bodies would have been getting cold and sticky on the floor. The cops barreled through the front door and stopped, surprised by the calm scene.

  Eva and Cassidy sat in their original booth. Cassidy munched on her fourth cookie and took a swig of the milk I'd given her. Eva leaned one elbow on the tabletop, holding her head up with her hand. With her free hand, she methodically broke apart a cookie and slowly ate it, piece by piece. Looked like the shock had finally caught up with her.

  At the stove, Sophia ladled baked beans into glass Mason jars to take home to her older sister, Jo-Jo. I perched on my usual stool behind the cash register, eating my third cookie and reading about Odysseus blinding a cyclops.

  The first cop was about my height, five seven or so, a wiry Hispanic guy with nut-brown skin and a mop of matching curls that escaped the toboggan he'd stuffed them under. Dark freckles dotted his cheeks like walnuts.

  He had his gun out and held down against his leg.

  In contrast, the other officer was around seven feet tall, with a shaved head as big as a cantaloupe and matching, ham-size fists. His skin was so black it was glossy, like polished jet. So were his eyes. His name was Xavier. I'd seen him working as a bouncer out at Northern Aggression, a trendy nightclub I'd had occasion to visit recently.

  I hadn't realized he was a member of the police force as well.

  Xavier recognized me too and tipped his head in my direction. I returned the gesture.

  Xavier didn't have his gun out. Didn't need to. Giants could take a couple bullets in the chest before they went down, and one well-placed punch from his fists would snap just about anyone's neck. Strange that he'd be working as a cop, though. Most of the giants in Ashland hired themselves out as private security. Paid better, even if it was just as dangerous.

  "We had a call about a robbery," the first cop spoke.

  His voice was high and whiny, like a power saw.

  "Yeah. Those two guys busted in and tried to rob me. That one," I pointed to Jake, "came into the store and told everybody to freeze. When I started to open the cash register for him, he grabbed one of the girls and held a knife to her throat. He's a Fire elemental. Put flames on his knife and almost burned the girl with it. But luckily, my cook and I were able to subdue them both. "

  The cops looked at the two men, then at me, then Sophia, and finally the girls.

  "Is that how it happened?" the short cop asked.

  Eva and Cassidy nodded their heads. Sophia grunted her agreement.

  "That's exactly how it happened," I said.

  The short cop focused on Lance. "And the other guy there?"

  "His buddy. Tried to calm him down. Didn't work. "

  The cop looked at the two men a moment more, then back at me. "And you did this to them? With what? A baseball bat?"

  "No," I replied. "I just handled the first guy, the big one. My cook took care of the other man. Neither one of us had a weapon. "

  With her great strength, Sophia didn't need a weapon anymore than a giant did. And I didn't think it was necessary to mention the five silverstone knives currently hidden on my body. Or the others placed in strategic locations throughout the restaurant. Or the fact that I could have just formed a jagged icicle with my Ice magic and cut Jake's throat with it. Or even used my other elemental Stone power to collapse the whole restaurant on top of his head.

  The short cop let out a low whistle. "Picked the wrong place to rob, didn't they?"

  I didn't respond. He could see exactly how wrong they'd been from the blood spatters on the floor.

  The two men were starting to come around. Lance rocked back and forth on the floor, holding his stomach, as if that would lessen the ache from where Sophia had punched him. Jake lay on his back and blinked up at the ceiling as though he wasn't really seeing it.

  The giant cop, Xavier, reached down, picked up Lance by the scruff of his neck with one hand, and slapped a set of silverstone cuffs on him with the other. "You. Stand still. "

  Lance was too busy trying not to puke to do something stupid, like run. Xavier got down on one knee and started to repeat the handcuff process on Jake. He stared into his face. Xavier frowned, then looked up at me with his black eyes.

  "You know who this is?" he rumbled.

  "No. Should I?"

  The giant nodded his head. "Yeah, Jake McAllister. "

  My gray eyes narrowed. "McAllister? As in Jonah McAllister? The lawyer?"

  "The one and only," Xavier rumbled. "Jake here is his son. Third time he's been in trouble since Halloween. "