“Because you’re still my secret,” Vianca said. “I can’t have this traced back to me.”
Vianca grabbed her tea kettle and poured herself a cup of chamomile, her hand trembling. Enne couldn’t determine if age had simply weakened her hands or if the donna was truly nervous.
“Sedric will recognize me,” Enne said darkly. Certainly, the charade she’d played last time would be broken.
Vianca’s eyes roamed over Enne’s body in a way that made her want to shiver. “I knew he’d like you. You really do look his type.”
Enne clenched her fists as the memories of that night flooded back to her. She could feel the ghost of Sedric’s hand against her thigh. “You didn’t warn me what he was.”
“Sedric has an army at his disposal. There were few circumstances in which you could have caught him alone or unprotected.” The heartless logic in Vianca’s voice made Enne hate her. For the donna, this was all a game, and Enne was a disposable piece. “If you had known, he would have grown suspicious. I played you to your own advantage.”
“No,” Enne seethed. “You exploited the trauma of probably countless other girls. All so you could win. I’ve never been so disgusted. You’re as much of a monster as he is.” Dangerous words to say to the commander of the Augustine Family—Enne’s grief had made her reckless. She wasn’t acting like herself.
Or maybe she was.
Vianca’s nails drummed against her desk. “Careful, Miss Salta. You’ll forget who the real enemies are in this city.”
Enne examined her coolly, ignoring Vianca’s words. No, she would never forget.
“Whether or not he pays Torren back tonight,” Vianca said, “the preparations for his execution have already been made. The Shadow Game will be played tonight, at the stroke of midnight.”
The Shadow Game. The weight of all Enne’s anger, all her grief, hardened in her chest. Her conscience, a soft and fragile thing, was buried somewhere inside, some place deep and dark and unreachable.
“Whose execution?” Enne asked.
“Levi’s.”
Then, at last, came the fear.
You’re not alone.
But she would be, if Levi had been invited to play the Shadow Game.
“Why?” Enne choked. Her confidence from earlier was breaking, searing panic seeping its way into the cracks. She would lose everyone she cared about to the Phoenix Club, one by one.
Vianca’s face clouded with something that could almost be mistaken as remorse. “It’s my fault. But I have other plans for Levi—that’s why I need you to save him.”
Vianca Augustine was an excellent liar, but Enne could still hear the desperation in her voice. Levi wasn’t simply an omerta for her. Not just a favorite toy. Even so, it was hard to imagine Vianca capable of anything like love or kindness. Having those feelings made her only more of a monster. If Vianca knew compassion, then she also knew the pain she caused.
“Sedric will be at Luckluster Casino early tonight, waiting for Levi to arrive with the volts. You must find Sedric before Levi does.”
That only gave Enne a few hours. It was already six o’clock.
“If you do it openly, I cannot protect you,” Vianca said. “You must kill Sedric quickly, and you must do it discreetly.”
Enne waited for the donna to provide her another poison, another dress. But when the silence stretched on, Enne asked nervously, “What will I use, Madame? How will I get there? Should I—”
“I cannot help you this time,” Vianca rasped, and Enne’s mouth gaped. She would be performing this entirely on her own? “Unlike last time, this will have repercussions, and I will be the first they question. The whiteboots know my methods. They know my men. Like I said, I cannot have this traced back to me. Can you accomplish this for me?”
Enne took a deep, shaky breath. She wasn’t sure if she would succeed, but she would certainly try—under Vianca’s command or not. She’d already decided that she would risk danger if it meant saving Levi, and now the city was asking her to prove it.
“I will do it for him,” Enne said, “not for you.”
Vianca pursed her lips. “Everything you do, Miss Salta, you do for me.” Enne felt ghostly fingers scrape across her throat, the omerta teasing her. Enne lifted her chin higher, unwilling to succumb to the witch’s torment. “Now go.”
*
For the past nine days spent in New Reynes, Enne had thought that falling for Levi would mean losing herself: her final act of surrender to the City of Sin.
But she’d been wrong. Na?vely, utterly wrong.
When she burst into Levi’s apartment, breathless and heart-pounding and nauseated, Enne searched every drawer, every hiding spot for weapons. Her only gun was out of bullets.
She found none.
Frustrated, she turned to the collection of forgotten things in his closet. She found another weapon of sort—the perfect dress. Clinging, silky and black.
Then she returned to her own bedroom and tried on the costume. She barely recognized herself. For once, that felt a very good thing. This time, she would be no one’s doll.
Vianca had intended her to exploit Sedric’s weakness, and as repulsive as that seemed to Enne, she would play that role if she had to. However, attraction might be dangerous, but it wasn’t deadly. In order to kill him, she’d first need to visit Lola, to retrieve her stolen bullets, to take whatever advice or weapons Lola had to offer.
And so she formulated her plan.
She put on her crimson-noir lipstick.
She pocketed her revolver.
When Enne arrived at Luckluster Casino, she would hunt down the wolf of the City of Sin, and she would slay him.
That was her surrender.
*
Lola’s green eyes peered through the bullet holes in her cellar door. “I didn’t think you’d be back.”
“I need your help.”
The urgency in Enne’s voice must’ve been obvious, because Lola quickly thrust open the door. She scanned Enne’s outfit. Rather than complimenting her or questioning the formality of her attire, she commented, “You could hide a lot of daggers in that.”
“Actually, that’s exactly why I’m here.” Enne pulled the revolver out of her pocket. “I need the bullets back.”
Lola ushered her inside. “What’s going on?”
“Sedric Torren is planning to kill Levi at midnight, and I might already be too late to save him.” Enne ran to the desk drawer where Lola had kept Enne’s revolver on her initial visit. Inside was a pile of knives and miniature weapons, but no bullets.
“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Lola asked. “The Torren Family owns half the North Side.”
“I’m going to kill Sedric Torren.”
Lola stared at her incredulously. “You won’t make it out alive.”
Enne slammed the drawer closed and grabbed Lola by the shoulders. “Levi is going to die the same way Lourdes did. I need to stop the Shadow Game, and all I have is a revolver with no bullets.”
“The Shadow Game?” Lola’s eyes widened. “The Torrens aren’t part of the Phoenix Club.”
“I trust Vianca’s sources.”
Lola’s face shadowed. “So it’s like that with Vianca?”
Enne let her go and stared at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to Lola anymore, even if it meant Lola abandoning her.
“Time is already running out,” she pleaded. “Please, Lola.”
After a few moments of consideration, Lola relaxed her shoulders. She drew a key out of her pocket and unlocked a different drawer of her desk. “These were your bullets.” She handed Enne three of them, then she rummaged around for additional knives and weapons. “You really can fit a lot of daggers in that dress.”
Killing a man with a gun? That would be easy. Impersonal. Enne might not feel the guilt over murdering someone like Sedric Torren, but her skin crawled to think of how close she’d need to get to him to use a knife. To feel his hands grabbing her as she attacked him. To hear him curse in her ear as she ended his life. She wasn’t sure she could do that.
“Do you have poison?” Enne asked.