Finn's head rolled back and up as he tried not to choke on his own blood. I scooted forward just a bit, so that the edge of my knife caught the light and flashed silver. Finn saw the gleam. His green eyes widened for a second before he shuttered them and slowly lowered his head.
"All right," Finn mumbled. "I'll tell you why I was there. Because I know about Bria Coolidge. Because I know who she really is."
That got Slater's attention. The giant's whole body stilled. He didn't even blink. "And just who is she, Lane?"
Finn looked up at him. "Her real name is Snow. Bria Elizabeth Snow."
Elliot Slater didn't react. Didn't move, didn't flinch. Hell, he didn't even take a breath. Then the giant abruptly turned away from Finn and walked around the stone column, moving out of Finn's line of sight. I drew back into the hallway so that Slater wouldn't see me lurking on the balcony above. The other two giants maintained their positions below me, watching the show with detached interest. They looked like the same two goons who had held me up for Slater that night at the community college. Didn't much matter. They were getting dead regardless.
But what I didn't understand was what Finn thought he was doing telling Elliot Slater that he knew who Bria really was. Did he want the giant to kill him before I could take Slater out? Had the giant's blows scrambled Finn's brains even more than they already were? Because Finn was dangerously close to singing not only his swan song but mine too. To telling Slater everything about us, what we did, and why.
Finn coughed up some more blood and spat it on the carpet. "Come on, Elliot," he said in a friendly voice. "You're not going to deny it, are you? That's hardly sporting, considering that I'm the one in cuffs and you're not."
The giant finished his circuit around the stone column and stopped in front of Finn once more. "So what if Coolidge's real name is Snow? That doesn't mean anything to me."
"Sure it does," Finn countered. "Because that's why you were there to kill Bria. That's why your boss, Mab Monroe, wants her dead. Because she's Bria Snow, and because Mab murdered her family seventeen years ago."
Silence.
Slater held his position, as still and quiet as the stone column before him. But Finn wasn't finished dropping bombs on the giant-or me.
"You've been working for Mab a long time now, haven't you, Elliot?" Finn murmured. "Twenty-five years by my calculation. You've been her right-hand man from the very beginning. Which means you were there that night. You were there the night that Mab murdered the Snow family."
I flashed back to that night, to my frantic run through my burning house, to the giant's fist slamming into my face. I'd only seen him a second before he'd punched me. Just long enough to notice how pale he was. Almost... albino.
Slater didn't say anything, but a muscle twitched in his chalky cheek. All the confirmation that I needed. My breath rushed out of my lungs as I realized what Finn was up to. My foster brother was trying to get some answers for me-answers about what had really happened the night that Mab Monroe had murdered my mother and older sister. And I'd be damned if I had the willpower to stop him right now.
Elliot Slater recovered from his shock, and a cruel smile spread across his face. "You're a smart guy, Lane. Figuring all that out for yourself."
Finn shrugged again. "Not too hard. I've had the file on the Snow family for a while now. Mab's one of the few Fire elementals who had enough magic-then or now-to do what she did that night."
The giant circled around the column once more. This time, Finn's green eyes flicked to the other two men standing in front of him. They stared at him without expression, and Finn turned his attention back to Slater, who stopped in front of him once more. Finn didn't look up at me. He knew that I'd make my move when I was ready.
"What do you want, Lane?" Slater barked out. "What's the f**king point of this? You're dead, and you know it. Why all the questions about something Mab did years ago?"
Finn shrugged. "I'm curious. A trait my father instilled in me. Because it doesn't say in the file exactly why Mab killed the Snow family. What she gained from it. Or why she wants Bria Coolidge dead today."
Slater tilted his head to one side. "You might be smart, Lane, but you really don't have a clue, do you? Not about Mab, not about Coolidge, not about anything."
"Please," Finn said in a wry tone. "Enlighten me."
Elliot Slater leaned forward so that his pale face was level with Finn's bloody one. "Mab killed that family because of Bria Coolidge's magic. Because that bitch's Ice and Stone magic was and still is a threat to her."
Despite my years of training, I couldn't help the small gasp of surprise that escaped from my lips. Mab thought Bria had Ice and Stone magic? Why would the Fire elemental think that? I'd been the only one of us to inherit both our mother's Ice magic and our father's Stone power as well-
A horrible, horrible thought filled my mind. So horrible, so ironic, so f**king wrong I wanted to scream. To weep and wail and lash out and kill everything and everyone that I could get my hands on. But even as the bitterness filled my mouth at the realization, I knew that it was true-and the real reason why Mab Monroe had killed my family. The awful, horrible reason my mother and older sister were dead.
That night, when the Fire elemental had been torturing me, she'd asked me question after question about Bria, demanding to know where my baby sister was above all else. Because Mab had thought that Bria was me-that Bria was the one with both Ice and Stone magic.
Mab Monroe had really been there to kill me-not Bria.
I wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation. Finn's mouth dropped open at Slater's confession. Finn regarded the giant with thoughtful eyes, and I could practically see the wheels spinning in his head. He realized what the giant's words meant as well as I did.
"Mab Monroe thinks that Bria Coolidge has both Ice and Stone magic?" Finn asked. "That's why she wants Bria dead so badly?"
Slater frowned. "Why else would Mab care about the bitch?"
"Surely there's more to it than just that," Finn scoffed. "Mab Monroe is the strongest elemental to be born in five hundred years, if you listen to the rumors. She killed a whole family because one little girl had the power to control two elements? Come on, Elliot. We both know that I'm a dead man. Indulge me. Tell me the rest of the story."
Slater cocked his head to one side, trying to read Finn's expression, trying to figure out what he was up to, why he was so curious about something that had happened so long ago. Hard to get a good read on someone's emotions when blood and bruises covered his face like an extra layer of skin. After a few seconds of study, Slater shrugged.