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. happy.”
    I didn’t think my sister had been happy since she’d come back to Ashland late last year. After Mab had killed our mother and older sister when we were kids, Bria and I had been separated, each of us thinking that the other was dead. I’d lived on the streets, while Bria had been adopted by a family in Savannah. But my mentor, Fletcher Lane, had managed to bring us together after his death. He’d sent me a photo of Bria, letting me know that she was alive, and he’d done the same to Bria by sendingher a picture of one of the spider rune scars on my palms. We’d both started searching for each other as a result, but our reunion had been anything but smooth.
    Bria was a cop, one of the few honest ones in Ashland, and she’d been determined to discover the Spider’s real identity and bring her—me—to justice. When my sister had found out that her long-lost big sister, Genevieve Snow, had grown up to be a notorious assassin, well, let’s just say it wasn’t the best news she’d ever heard.
    We’d been working on our relationship ever since. I’d thought we were making some real progress—until Mab had kidnapped Bria several weeks ago. The Fire elemental had figured out my connection to Bria, so she’d put a price on my sister’s head to smoke me out. A bounty hunter named Ruth Gentry had eventually captured Bria and taken her to Mab.
    The Fire elemental had wasted no time torturing my sister.
    Mab had used her cruel magic to burn and blister Bria’s delicate skin all the way down to the bone in places. Torture was something that the Fire elemental had excelled in. I knew from personal experience.
    My eyes dropped to Bria’s throat and the silverstone rune that she wore on a chain around her neck. A primrose, the symbol for beauty. I’d once had a necklace like hers, except mine had been shaped like a spider rune. The night that she murdered the rest of our family, Mab had duct-taped my spider rune between my hands, then used her Fire magic to superheat the metal until it had melted into my skin, forever marking me with two matching scars.
    As if she could hear my thoughts,Bria reached down and fiddled with the two silverstone rings she wore on her left index finger. One of the bands featured small snowflakes, while ivy vines curled through the other, representing the runes that our mother, Eira, and older sister, Annabella, had worn. A snowflake for icy calm and an ivy vine for elegance.
    A matching ring glinted on my right index finger, one that had a spider rune stamped into the middle of the band. Bria had had the rings made and had worn them for years as a reminder of our family. She’d given me the spider rune ring for Christmas. I wasn’t much for jewelry, but I wore it every day, hoping that Bria would realize how much it—and she—meant to me.
    â€œI am happy,” Bria said, finally responding to me. “It’s nice to come back for a visit, you know? Blue Marsh was my home for a long, long time. I miss a lot of things about it. The sand, the sun, the quiet. Especially the quiet.”
    There was no malice in her voice, no sarcasm or hidden meanness, but her words still pricked my heart. Sometimes, I wondered if Bria would have been better off not knowing that I was still alive. She’d suffered so much, been brutally tortured and almost killed because of me. Bria didn’t talk much about what Mab had done to her, but I could see the shadowy horror of it in her eyes when her thoughts went back to that night, that long, dark night when she’d been at the Fire elemental’s mercy.
    I could also sense her disappointment in me—and her seething anger.
    Oh, Bria tried to hide it, but the emotion was always there, simmering just below the calm mask that she presented to the world.I could see it glimmering in her eyes whenever she looked at me and in the way that she stiffened and her