By a Thread (Elemental Assassin #6)

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"I'll send in Sean to clean up the blood on the chair and rugs," the first giant said. "Let's go."

The two men left the library. I swayed back and forth on the giant's shoulder as they walked through the house. I didn't hear anyone else moving around in this part of the mansion besides them, so I cracked my eyes open. But since all I could really see was the floor sliding by and my blood dripping small teardrop-shaped tracks onto it, I shut them again.

Finally, the giants stepped out onto a balcony. I couldn't tell exactly where we were in the mansion, but I got the impression it was the far side of the house, the one that faced the marsh instead of the golf course. The air was cooler here, and I could smell the whiff of decay that went with the still water and rotting logs. The sun had set while I'd been inside the library, and darkness had already covered the land.

"Grab her feet and we'll heave her out as far as we can," one of the giants said. "You know how Dekes hates it when the gators crawl up on the lawn and start chewing on their legs."

The giant who'd been carrying me dumped me on the stone patio, making even more pain shoot through my body, and I stifled a groan. Then he grabbed my shoulders while the other man's hands clamped around my ankles. Together, they lifted me up and shuffled forward.

"One . . . two . . . three!"

They swung me back and forth a couple of times before letting go and flinging me out into the darkness as far and high as their enormous strength would let them. I felt my body rise up in an arc and quickly plummet.

My final thought before I hit the water was that I'd done this very same thing to Dekes's men just last night.

Ah, irony. Going to be the death of me one day.

Maybe even tonight.

The murky, brackish water closed over me, warm, slimy, and disgusting, but I didn't try to kick my way to the surface. Dekes's men might still be out on the balcony, watching to make sure that I sank. Instead, I focused on getting one hand, then the other, free of the garbage bag and unwinding the whole thing from around my body. It wouldn't do to get away from the vampire only to drown in the swamp outside his mansion.

While I worked on the bag, I counted off the seconds in my head. Ten . . . twenty . . . thirty . . . forty-five . . . At the minute mark, the last of the plastic slipped off my legs, my head broke free of the water, and I blinked, trying to get my bearings in the semidarkness.

There wasn't any current in the marsh, but my struggles with the garbage bag had carried me out of the pool of light from the balcony that had arced out onto the landscape below. I remained still and quiet, doing just enough to keep my head above the surface of the water.

"She's gone," the voice of one of the giants floated down to me. "The gators will find her on the bottom soon enough. Let's go back inside."

A few seconds later, a door slammed somewhere far above my head. The giants thought I was dead, just like their boss did. Good. Now all that was left was to make sure the marsh and blood loss didn't finish the job that the vampire had started.

I stayed in the water, too tired and exhausted from Dekes's attack to even think about lifting my arms and swimming to shore. Eventually, though, I spotted a ridge of land a little higher than the bog that surrounded me, and I forced myself to thrash toward it. My arms and legs felt as numb and dead as lead weights strapped to my body, not because I'd used my Ice magic on myself, but because there just wasn't that much blood left in them. Somehow, I splashed and flailed around and finally managed to heave my chest up out of the water.

I lay there, my face in the mud, panting from the effort of doing something so small. My neck and shoulders pulsed with pain with every breath that I took, ribbons of red-hot agony winding tighter and tighter around my upper body and strangling me from the inside out. But this time, instead of pushing the hurt away, I embraced it. As long as I was in pain, I was still alive and not sliding into the cold, cold oblivion that was the alternative.

I put one hand in front of the other, weakly kicking my legs, digging my fingers into the slippery mud, and slowly pulling myself up the bank until I was back on semisolid ground again. Still panting, I rolled over onto my back and forced myself to sit up. The moon and stars were out in full force tonight, their pale light streaming in through the thick canopy of twisted trees that surrounded me. The silvery glow matched the starbursts erupting in my eyes.

I don't know how long it took for me to crawl over to the closest tree, wrap my hands around the rough bark, and pull myself to my feet. I stood there for several minutes, resting my forehead against the trunk and trying to keep the world from spinning around and the flashing starbursts to a minimum. Then I pushed away from the tree and forced myself to start walking.

Well, I don't know if I'd really call it walking. I stumbled from one tree trunk to the next, weaving worse than a drunken frat boy, with no idea of where I was, where I was going, and not really caring about either one at the moment. I had a much more important mission right now - stopping the rest of my blood from leaking out of my body.

Dekes had made some nasty wounds with his fangs, including one in my right shoulder that went all the way down to my collarbone. I could feel the broken edges of the bone scraping against each other and threatening to break through the tight skin that was stretched over their now awkward alignment. I could barely raise my right arm so I couldn't set the bone, not by myself, but the bite marks needed to be covered up at the very least so that what was left of my blood would have a chance to clot. It was just dumb, blind luck that the vampire hadn't hit my carotid artery when he'd launched into his feeding frenzy. Otherwise, I would have bled out back in the library.

I stooped down, dug my fingers into the mud at my feet, and plastered some of that on my wounds, but more of it seemed to slide off than actually stick to my skin. Ditto for the grass and moss that I tried next. So I got to my feet and trudged on. I don't know how long I stumbled through the swamp, teetering and tottering from one slippery step to the next, but finally, I came across something that could help me - a spider's web.

I walked right into the web, not even realizing it was there until I felt it stick to my skin. I blinked and lurched back, wondering if I'd stumbled into some sort of trap, perhaps an elemental trip wire or an elaborate snare that a hunter had made with fishing line. It took me a moment to spot the silken strands clinging to my bloody chest and realize what they were.

Despite the fact that the Spider was my assassin name and my own personal rune, I'd never really studied up on the critters themselves. I didn't know what kind of spider had made the web, but it stretched from one tree to the next like a thick hammock that had been turned on its side. The moonlight slipped in through the cracks in the leaves above, making the individual threads glimmer like spun silver and showing off the web's intricate pattern.

For a moment, the scene blurred, and I was back in the sunlit forests of Ashland, patiently listening as Fletcher explained another one of his folksy mountain remedies to me - the one I'd thought I'd never, ever use. But once again, the old man's teachings were going to save me - or at least help me save myself.

"Fletcher," I whispered.

The old man's name seemed to echo through the trees, melting the happy illusion in my head and snapping me back to the here and now and the danger that I was in. Still, for the first time all night, a smile spread across my bloody face.

It was a shame to destroy something so delicate and beautiful as the web, but I did it anyway, just as I had so many other horrible, hurtful things over the years. I grabbed gobs and gobs of the silken strands and started packing them into the wounds on my neck and shoulders as best I could, given the fact that I could really only use my left arm. The threads stuck to my skin like glue.

When I packed the wounds with the last of the web, I managed to shrug out of my suit jacket, put it over the whole sticky mess, and loop the sleeves around my neck like a scarf, since I didn't have the strength to try and actually tie them together. It wasn't the best bandage I'd ever made, but hopefully it would keep me from losing any more blood.

My mission complete, I drew in a breath and headed deeper into the marsh.

I don't know how long I walked, just plodding through the swamp. Mud, water, grass, more mud. They all merged together into a seemingly endless landscape, each one sucking at my feet and threatening to pull me down with every step I took. Half the time I would think that I'd finally found some dry land to walk on, only to find myself up to my knees in water two seconds later.

But the worst part was the mosquitoes. Drawn to the scent of my blood, the insects buzzed around my head in a thick, suffocating cloud, their high-pitched whines echoing in my ears like a hundred tiny chain saws and making me grind my teeth together. I had to squint my eyes and hold my left hand up over my nose and mouth to keep from swallowing gobs of them. Ugh.

Every once in a while, I would see the golden glow of lights through the trees from one of the mansions that backed up against the marsh, but I didn't dare try to find my way over to any of them. For all I knew, I'd been walking in circles this whole time and the lights I noticed belonged to Dekes's mansion - or one of his buddies'. Even if they didn't, I wasn't going to take that kind of chance, especially when I looked like something the Swamp Thing would be afraid of.

There would be too many awkward questions to answer and too much risk of word getting back to Dekes that a wounded woman had stumbled out of the marsh. No, the best thing to do was to keep wading through the swamp. It had to end sometime, and then I'd get my bearings and figure out where I was and how to get back to the beach house.

I only hoped that Finn, Bria, and Owen had realized the danger they were in and had managed to get away from the mansion before Dekes had sent his giants to round them up. I couldn't let myself think they hadn't or I didn't know how I'd be able to keep going. Especially now that I knew exactly what Dekes would do to Bria if he ever got his hands on her.

My stomach roiled again at the memory of the vampire sinking his teeth into me, but I swallowed down the bitter bile that rose up in my throat and kept walking. I stepped onto what looked like more solid ground, only to feel my feet slide out from under me in the hidden bog. I stumbled forward and fell to my hands and knees in the water, with even more mud and muck squishing between my fingers. I weakly thrashed around for a few seconds before managing to get to my feet. I raised up my head and peered into the darkness, wondering what was next, what other new obstacle I would have to face.

And that's when I saw the gator.

I'd been so intent on putting one foot in front of the other that I hadn't realized I'd come to the edge of a small pond hidden in the larger marsh. I was on one side of the pond, and the gator was on the other, with only a few feet of murky water separating us.

It was a big sucker, at least seven feet long, and its eyes glimmered like ghostly marbles in the moonlight. Its gnarled, bumpy body looked like a rotten log resting in the grass, but the distinctive curve of its long snout gave away the illusion. I couldn't see its teeth, but I knew that they were there, resting inside those powerful, massive jaws. If I'd thought that being bitten by Dekes had been agonizing, it would be nothing compared to being attacked by a gator. The creature would latch onto me, drag me into the water, and drown me before gobbling up my bloody remains at its leisure.

The gator stared at me, and I glared right back at it. Sometime during the long night, the pain pounding through my body had turned to rage - rage at Dekes and what he'd done to me, what the vamp had done to Vanessa, Victoria, and who knew how many other women over the years, what he still might do to Bria and maybe even Callie if I didn't stop him. The rage coated my heart much like my Ice magic had earlier tonight. The cold, dark emotion and even uglier, blacker thoughts of revenge were the only things that were keeping me upright at this point.

"Fuck off, sugar, or I'll make a pair of shoes out of you," I growled.

Yeah, I knew it was nothing but talk. All of my silverstone knives were back on Dekes's mantel, and I didn't see so much as a sturdy stick I could use to fend off the gator - much less stab it to death. Besides, it wasn't like I had the strength to do that anyway. But Dekes had already sunk his teeth into me tonight, and I'd be damned if anything else would.

Maybe the gator had already eaten. Maybe it realized that I wouldn't go down without a fight. Or maybe it recognized the dangerous predator in me just as I did in it, but the creature stared at me another second - and then it slipped into the water and swam off in the other direction.

Well, well, well. It looked like luck, that capricious bitch, wasn't quite done with me yet. I didn't know whether to smile or cry.

I kept walking, with only the soft, silvery glimmer of the moon and stars to light my way. Eventually, I stepped out from behind a tree - and walked right into a low rock wall.

Surprised, I staggered back, wondering what I was imagining now, but after a moment, I realized that the wall was as real as I was. No, that wasn't quite right. It wasn't a man-made wall but a natural stone formation. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar, although I was too exhausted to figure out exactly what it was. I was too weak to try to climb over the rocks, so I put one hand on the rough wall and hurried along it as fast as I could. It didn't take me long to reach the other side of the rocks and stumble forward, determined to keep on going no matter what.

But instead of more muck, my muddy, battered boots sank into a thin crust of sand. That was enough to rouse me out of the dazed, dreamlike state that I'd fallen into and make my heart quicken with excitement. Sand meant that I wasn't too far away from the beach. Which beach and on what side of the island, I didn't know, but at least the sand would make the walking easier. I kept going and realized that there was a darker shadow up ahead, pooling on the ground like black ink. I looked up, searching for the source of it.