By a Thread
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I didn't tell Donovan all the gory details about Dekes's frenzied attack on me. There was no point in it. The detective would secretly think I'd gotten exactly what I'd deserved, and it would only make him worry that much more about Callie. As convoluted as my feelings were for Donovan, Callie didn't deserve what was going to happen to her at Dekes's hands, and I wasn't going to paint the detective a picture just to get back at him for all the hurt he'd caused me. I might be a coldhearted bitch, but I tried to keep my pettiness in check. Most of the time, anyway.
"You know, Donovan, you look exceptionally well for a man whose fiancee was kidnapped," Owen drawled, walking over to stand by my side.
Sophia slipped into the room behind Owen, and Jo-Jo came in from the kitchen. The two dwarven sisters sat down on one of the couches while Finn and Bria moved to stand behind them, guns down by their sides.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Donovan snapped.
"It means that you don't have a mark on you, Detective," Owen said in a soft voice. "Not a single scratch. Some of us fight back to protect the people that we love. But somehow, you never seem to."
The detective's face tightened until his lips were just a thin white slash against his bronze skin. Owen wasn't just talking about Callie, and we all knew it - especially Donovan.
"I wasn't there when it happened," Donovan ground out the words through clenched teeth. "I got called out on a case this morning. Vandalism and broken windows at an empty vacation home on the other side of the island. Now I know it was obviously a ruse to lure me away. When I came back, the front door was kicked in, the house was a mess, and Callie was gone. She wasn't in the house, she wasn't at the restaurant, and she wasn't answering her cell. One of the neighbors finally told me that she'd seen a couple of giants drag Callie out of the house kicking and screaming and shove her into the back of a black town car - and that Dekes got inside after her."
The detective's hands curled into fists, and he glared at Owen, daring him to say another word. Owen's violet eyes narrowed in response, and his lips quirked up into a hard smile, a clear indication that he was ready to rumble. I stepped in between the two men and held up my hands.
"Oh, cut the macho bullshit," I said. "Fighting among ourselves won't do a damn thing to help Callie, and we all know it. Rescuing her is what's really important, especially after what happened last night."
Donovan glared at Owen for several more tense seconds before turning his gaze to me. "And what was that? What did Dekes do to you?"
I shrugged. "The usual. Crowing about what a badass he was. Threats of torture. Some other assorted violence before I made good my escape."
My words were light, but Donovan must have realized there was more that I wasn't telling him. For a moment, I almost thought I saw a flicker of concern in his eyes, but his face hardened once more, smothering the soft emotion.
"Gin's right," Bria said. "Dekes has Callie. We should be focusing on how we're going to get her back, not wasting time pointing fingers at each other."
"We're not going to do anything," Donovan growled at her. "Callie's my fiancee. I'll get her back on my own terms. I don't need your help, and I especially don't want Gin's so-called help. You're a detective, Coolidge. You should man up and act like a real cop instead of just pretending to care about the law whenever it suits you."
Bria stiffened, and anger blazed in her blue eyes - more anger than I'd ever seen her show before, except maybe when she'd first realized that I was the Spider. Her hand tightened around the gun that she was still holding, and I got the distinct impression that my baby sister would love nothing more at that moment than to raise up the weapon, pull the trigger, and put a few bullets into Donovan's chest. Instead, she shoved her gun at Finn.
"Hold this," she growled.
Bria stalked around the couch and walked up until she was standing nose to chest with Donovan. The detective glared down at her, still spoiling for a fight.
"Callie might be your fiancee, but she's my friend," Bria spat out the words. "She's my best friend, and I love her like a sister. Now she's in the hands of a very bad man, and instead of asking us for our help to get her back, you're bitching at me about the fucking law. What the hell is wrong with you?"
For the first time since he'd stormed into the beach house, uncertainty filled Donovan's features, and some of the anger in his eyes dimmed.
"You're a cop," he said. "You should understand where I'm coming from."
Bria drew in a breath, trying to get her temper under control. "I do understand, and most of the time, I'd agree with you. But Randall Dekes doesn't play by the rules, and he couldn't care less about the law. So I say we forget the rules and do whatever we have to in order to rescue Callie before Dekes kills her."
Donovan shook his head. "You know, you might pretend to be a cop, but deep down, you're no better than Gin is, always thinking that murdering someone is the only way to solve a problem."
"No," Bria snarled. "My sister's better than I am because she doesn't pretend to be anything other than what she is, and she always does exactly what she says she will. She's better than you are too, even if you're too much of a dumbass to realize it."
Surprised, I looked at my sister. Most of the time, Bria said the same things to me that Donovan had just spouted to her. That I was knife-happy and preferred to kill people rather than actually find another, less violent way to deal with them. Part of me knew that was true, that I did prefer to assassinate first and ask questions later. That's how Fletcher had trained me, and that's what had helped me survive so many bad situations over the years. But this was the first time I'd ever heard my sister defend me and my tactics, and I didn't quite know what to make of it.
Donovan bristled and opened his mouth to argue with Bria some more, but Sophia let out a loud, earsplitting whistle. Startled, we all looked at the Goth dwarf, who pointed her finger at Jo-Jo.
"Listen," Sophia rasped.
"Enough," Jo-Jo said, a hint of steel ringing in her soft voice. "That's enough. Every second that we waste arguing is another one that Callie spends with Dekes. And none of us want that, now, do we?"
The dwarf's clear eyes moved from face to face, and one by one, we all shook our heads.
"I didn't think so," Jo-Jo said. "Now, instead of arguing with each other, we are all going to sit down and talk about how we can rescue that poor girl, calmly and rationally, with no more snotty comments or accusations. Is that understood?"
We all murmured our agreement, except for Donovan. The detective glared at us all in turn before his gaze cut back to Jo-Jo. He gave her the evil eye as well, but the dwarf stared right back at him, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised in a silent question. Finally, Donovan sighed and gave in.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
Jo-Jo nodded her head, graciously accepting his reluctant acquiescence. "Good. Now let's get started."
We all grumbled a little more, but thanks to Jo-Jo's chastising we sat down and got to work. Finn fetched his briefcase from one of the bedrooms and spread out all the information that he'd dug up on Dekes. Then he flipped on his laptop and started looking for anything that he'd missed or anything else that might help us rescue Callie.
I also explained to Donovan about Vanessa and Victoria and how we were going to save the two women as well. I told the detective how Dekes had been using the two sisters, feeding on their blood and the elemental magic that it contained. My intent wasn't to scare him or to get him to worry even more about Callie but instead to make him realize exactly what kind of monster we were going up against - and that killing Dekes was the only option now.
Donovan's features twisted with disgust when I finished. "So Dekes married Vanessa just so he could feed off her Fire magic? That's despicable."
"Yes, it is."
The detective's gaze fell to my neck. "Is that what Dekes did to you last night? Did he try to feed on your elemental power too? You have Ice and Stone magic, right? That's what all the rumors claim, anyway, the ones I heard after you killed Mab."
Once again, I saw that flash of concern in his eyes, and I wondered if maybe Owen was right after all - if Donovan still cared about or wanted me in some small fashion. If he did, he had a hell of a way of showing it.
"Yes, Dekes fed on me too," I said in a quiet voice. "It was . . . unpleasant."
I didn't say anything else, and Donovan didn't ask me any more questions. He didn't want to know anyway - not really. It would only make him feel guiltier about not being there to stop Dekes and his men from taking Callie. But my words had one positive affect - Donovan didn't raise any more objections about my killing the vampire.
"So Dekes has your Ice and Stone magic now, along with Vanessa's Fire and Victoria's Air magic? Fuck," Finn said. "That's going to make it that much tougher for us to rescue the women and get out of the mansion, if not impossible."
The others murmured similar concerns, but I looked at Finn.
"Nothing's impossible. Remember Fletcher telling us that?"
Finn nodded.
"Besides, you know as well as I do that you don't need magic to kill someone. Don't you worry about Dekes. I'll take care of him."
I didn't tell the others that I had the same concerns they did about Dekes and that my own magic wasn't a hundred percent. There was no use worrying them. Besides, magic or no magic, I wasn't leaving the women to the vampire's mercy. I was getting them away from that bastard no matter what.
"How do we even know that Callie's still alive?" Owen asked. "According to what the detective said, Dekes has had her for at least two hours now. He could have killed her already."
I shook my head. "No, I don't think he's killed her yet. Dekes announced his casino yesterday, and he's getting ready to break ground on the project, remember? He can't afford any more delays. Callie has to sign over the restaurant to him first before he gets rids of her. Otherwise, the property would just pass to her next of kin, whoever that is, and be tied up that much longer."
Donovan shifted on the far end of the couch. "Actually, that would be me. Callie's parents died last year, and when we got engaged, she changed her will to make me her sole beneficiary."
Finn arched an eyebrow. "Well, how very nice for you, Detective."
Donovan's hands balled into fists in his lap, but he didn't respond to Finn's mocking taunt.
"So he gets Callie to sign over the restaurant to him; then what?" Bria asked.
I picked up one of the photos that Finn had shown us yesterday when we'd had brunch at the restaurant. This one showed an ashy husk of a man, burned to a crisp inside his own home. "Then, sometime later on tonight, Dekes and his men take Callie out to the restaurant, tie her up inside, and burn the Sea Breeze to the ground around her. Everyone will know what happened, but nobody will be brave enough to do anything about it, not even the cops. Dekes's stranglehold on the island will finally be complete, and all that will be left to do is clear away the charred rubble so the construction on the casino can start up. Two birds, one stone, and all that."
Donovan stared at the gruesome photo in my hands a second before looking away. "So how do we stop that from happening?"
"We slip into Dekes's mansion and grab her back," I said. "The vampire thinks I'm dead, and that Finn, Bria, and Owen are either in hiding or on the run. The bastard thinks he's already won. He might be wondering whether you're going to show up at his front door, flashing your badge and demanding to know where Callie is, but that's all. He's probably walking through his mansion right now, wondering what poor woman he can feed off next and admiring those creepy collections of his."
I'd told the others about the things that Dekes had shown me when we'd been touring the mansion last night. The dolls, the pirate treasure, the open lockets with their curls of hair, and all the other odd knickknacks the vamp had accumulated during his time here on earth - time that was rapidly drawing to a close.
Finn perked up. "What part of the mansion were the gold and jewels in again? I want to be sure to visit that particular room."
Donovan shot him an angry glare.
"After we've rescued Callie, of course," Finn added in a hasty tone.
We worked out a simple plan. Finn, Bria, and Sophia would cause a distraction in front of the house, drawing the giant guards in that direction, while Donovan, Owen, and I slipped into the back of the mansion. Jo-Jo would be outside the front gate and parked down the street in Finn's Escalade, waiting to pick everyone up and whisk us back to the beach house after we'd rescued Callie.
The others focused on where Dekes might have Callie stashed in the mansion, as well as where Vanessa and Victoria might be. I sat there and reviewed the blueprints that Finn had one of his contacts get for him, but my mind was already skipping ahead to what I would do about the vampire once I found him. Rescuing the three women was my first priority - that was the most important thing. I wanted them out of harm's way before anything else went down, but I had no intention of leaving the mansion until Dekes was dead.
The problem was that I just didn't know exactly how I was going to make that happen.
Dekes was a vampire who'd been sucking down blood for three hundred and some odd years. At the very least, that meant that he was physically stronger than me, his senses were sharper, and his reflexes were quicker, something he'd proved when he shot me with that dart gun last night. Then there was the small matter of the kind of blood that Dekes indulged in on a regular basis - elemental blood. I didn't know how long he'd been feeding off Vanessa and Victoria, but the vamp had used their Fire and Air magic last night with ease, like he'd been born an elemental himself - and now he had my Ice and Stone power running through his veins as well.