William looked at her. “The man who took your parents is called Spider. I’m here to kill him.”
Cerise blinked. “Why?
She had to ask that. William looked away at the river, trying to keep the memories under control. “Four years ago he slaughtered some children. They were important to me.”
“Were they your children?” she asked softly.
He exhaled slowly, as the wild in him howled. “No. I don’t have any family.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
William almost snarled. He didn’t want her to feel sorry for him. He wanted her to see that he was strong and fast and he could take care of himself. “The first time I got to him, he broke my legs.” William got up, shrugged off his jacket, and pulled up his T-shirt, showing her the long scar that snaked its way up his back. “This was the second time. He had something on his knife, some sort of poison.”
She took a step closer. “And what did you do to him?”
William smiled, remembering. “I beat the shit out of him with a boat anchor. Would’ve done him in, but he knocked me into the water and then the damn boat blew up. I was bleeding a bit by that time from the cut and my throat had closed up from the poison, so there wasn’t much I could do about it.”
“So you’re thinking the third time might be the charm?” she asked.
It better be. “I’ll kill him this time,” he promised. Thinking about ripping Spider apart laced his voice with a happy lupine growl.
She took another step forward. Getting closer and closer. Another step and he would be in her striking range. She was sneaking up on him.
“How did you know Spider is in the Mire?”
He had to give her more information or she wouldn’t believe him. “The man in Sicktree. The taxidermist.”
“Zeke?”
“He works for me.”
Her eyes went wide as saucers. “How?”
“Zeke has contacts in the Weird.” Technically that was true. “People know I’m looking for Spider and will pay for the information.” Also true. “He let his people know that Spider is in the Edge, and they got in touch with me.” True again. The trick to lying was to tell the truth.
“So when the two of you went to the back ...”
“He was explaining to me all about you and the Sheeriles.”
“Sonovabitch. And I stood there like an idiot, waiting for the two of you and thinking, ‘He sure is taking his time. Zeke must be milking him for every coin he has.’ You made me feel ...”
He took a wide step and stood next to her. “Yes?”
She looked up at him. Want. Want the woman, want, want, want . . .
“You made me feel stupid.” Her voice went soft. “Are you even a blueblood?”
“Technically.”
“What does that mean?”
William smiled. “It means they call me Lord Sandine, but aside from that, I’ve got nothing. No power, no land, no status. I’ve got some money saved from the service, and most of it is on me right now.” Well, that was an outright lie. The Mirror had supplied him with money.
“So you were a soldier?”
She didn’t catch him. William nodded. “I was.”
Her posture was still wary, and her eyes tracked his movements. But she no longer looked like she was about to bolt into the wilderness. He was going in the right direction.
“What unit did you serve in?”
“The Red Legion.”
“The red devils?”
He nodded again. “Look, I want to kill Spider. The only lead I’ve got right now is you. Spider wants you, which means you’re my bait.”
“Don’t I feel special.” She cocked her to the side. “How do I know you didn’t make the lot of it up?”
He spread his arms. “You could ask Zeke, who’ll tell you the same story. If you’ve got a way of learning things outside the Edge, you could ask about the Massacre of Eight in the Weird. But all of that takes time. You need me, Cerise. You don’t know how to fight the Hand. I do. We’re on the same side.”
“Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.”
“If you lied to me, I’ll hurt you,” she promised.
He showed her his teeth. “You’ll try.”
She sighed. “You worry me, Lord Bill. You’re trouble.”
He won again. William hid a laugh. “You should be worried, and I am.” He folded the arms of the crossbow and headed toward the boat.
She put her hand on her hip. “Where are you going?”
“To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we’re cool.”
Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.
“Fine. I’ll take you with me. But only because I don’t want to run into the fight blind.”
They walked to the boat side by side. He breathed in her scent, watching the way her long hair shifted as she moved. She was graceful and she stepped so carefully, picking her way along the mud, almost as if she was dancing. It finally sank in—he’d spend the next few days under her roof. In her house, filled with her scent. He would see her every day.
She would see him every day. If he played his cards right, she might even do more than see. He had to stay cool and bide his time. He was a wolf. He had no problem with patience.
“I just want to know one thing,” Cerise said.
“Yes?”
“When you kill Spider, are you going to chop off his head and have Zeke stuff it to make sure he’s really dead?”
TWELVE
THE porch boards creaked under Lagar’s foot. The whole manor was rotten. The inside of the house smelled musty, the paneling damp and slimy, dappled with black mildew stains.
He’d wanted the manor so much, he got in bed with the Hand for it. Fucking freaks. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to shed the memory of their magic, hot and sharp, brushing against him like a bunch of heated needles. And all for what? For this piece-of-shit house.
The only reason he’d wanted the damn house was because it belonged to Gustave. Gustave had everything: he ran his family and they worshipped him, he was respected, people asked him for advice . . . And Cerise lived in his house.