"Does Tristan know you're doing this?" I said. "I bet he doesn't. He wants me alive."
"Because you're valuable?" She spat the word. "Tristan is full of shit. I figured that out at that psych hospital, how he treated me there, like a prop in his play for an audience of one. You."
"Do you know why he thinks I'm important?"
"Because you're rich. That's why everyone is important. Your adoptive family has the kind of power and money that makes the Conways look lower-class. And you don't deserve it any more than Ciara did. You're the child of murdering freaks. You should have been locked up with them, before you grew up into a monster, too. But no, you got special treatment. A special family. They put me with the Shaws and put Ciara with the Conways. And you? They put you with the goddamn Taylor-Joneses."
Put me? Had I been placed with my family? A child of fae blood slipped into a human home, a better home? Just like Ciara?
Everyone wondered how I'd vanished into the system. How the child of serial killers ended up with the Taylor-Joneses. How the Larsens "lost" me in a so-called bureaucratic mix-up.
The owl rose from its tree, winging to a closer one. I watched it.
"Who put me with my family?" I asked.
"The same people who switched me," she said, with a snap in her voice, annoyed with me for being so dense.
"What people? Why?"
"If I knew who did it, I'd be going after them, wouldn't I? As for why, money obviously. It's always about money."
"So these people are switching babies for profit. And that's all they are: people. Like Tristan. He's just a regular guy. Nothing more."
A pause. "You know who's behind this, don't you? Is it the government? Is that what you mean?"
Macy had no idea what she was really involved in. Why would she? She didn't have the blood. No one cared about her. Tristan was only using her as a means to his end. He certainly wasn't going to share their secrets.
"Enough of this," Macy said. "Time to make your choice."
"Fine. I'll kill Gabriel. But I'm not coming out of here while you're holding a gun on me."
She laughed. "Should I toss it to you?"
"No, just hold it up, in one hand, over your head. Then start walking to the wreck."
"Giving you the chance to jump me from behind?"
Damn, I really wished she was dumber. "Walk backward, then. Gun in the air."
The gun rose, where I could see it. I crept from behind the sofa, and we started for the car.
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
While I would have liked to get that gun from Macy before we reached Gabriel, her gaze never left me, and she made me stay ten feet away--too far to dash and catch her off guard. I kept hoping she'd trip as she walked backward. She didn't.
What I really needed was that damned owl or raven to swoop at her head. No such luck. If they were still around, they were observing only, as they had at the psych hospital, each watching the situation for their respective team.
Barring interference by the birds, I hoped Gabriel had woken and could suss out the situation and distract her while I got the gun. Again, no such luck. I could see him ahead, lying exactly where I'd left him. So it was all up to me.
"You're really going to kill him?" she said as she stopped ten feet behind Gabriel's head.
"Do I have a choice?"
"You can die with him."
"Not really an option."
She smiled. "I didn't think so. Now come over here, on that side of him, put your hands around his neck, and squeeze."