Torn (A Wicked Saga, #2)(39)

I unhooked the thorn stake as the prince said, “You promised to bring her over. I do not see how involving fists would accomplish that.”

I also didn’t understand how Val could promise anything that involved me, but I kept my mouth shut as I stood up.

“I will. I just need time. Ivy is difficult, Drake.” Her eyes were wide. “I just need more time.”

Drake? That was the prince’s name? I stowed away that little piece of knowledge for later, then kicked off, bum-rushing the prince.

He lifted a hand without even looking at me. I hit an invisible wall and was gently shoved back, my booted feet slipping over the pavement as he said, “You do not have permission to address me so directly.”

“I’m sorry,” Val quickly whispered. “You’re right. I overstepped.”

I stopped sliding, and I couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “Did you just apologize for overstepping? Overstepping? Are you on crack? And she isn’t going to woo me to the dark side. I’m un-woo-able. So I don’t know what she’s been promising you, but it’s a whole lot of nothing.” I started forward, relieved to see I wasn’t blocked again. “You can’t use her to get to me, Drake.”

He turned his head in my direction and smiled. My stomach flipped, and not in a good way. “I didn’t give you permission either.”

I spread my arms wide. “Look at all the f*cks I have to give. I give zero. Zero f*cks.”

“Ivy,” whispered Val. “You need to stop.”

That cold smile of his increased. “Oh, my little bird doesn’t know when to stop. She’s lucky that she’s necessary, but you . . .” He focused on Val. “You are not so lucky.”

It happened so fast that I didn’t see the prince move. One second Val was standing next to him, and the next, he was by the ledge and Val was gone, and noise was streaming up from the street below.

Horns blew. Tires squealed. The whipping wind sounded like screams as I stood there, frozen for several seconds in panic. “You . . .”

“She was a problem for you, wasn’t she?” Drake queried, his voice without emotion. “I took care of her.”

Took care of her? My horrified gaze swung in his direction. “How? She was helping you.”

“As you said, I couldn’t use her to get to you.” One broad shoulder rose. “She was expendable. You are not.”

Oh my God.

“She betrayed you. I served retribution for you.”

Oh. My. God.

Drake stepped toward me, and I raised the thorn stake. “Don’t get near me.”

His gaze dropped and he sighed. “Remember what happened the last time you pulled a weapon on me?”

A shiver coursed down my spine, because oh yeah, I remembered, but I held my ground. “Do you really think that’s going to stop me from fighting you?”

“No,” he replied. “Apparently, you do not learn from previous experience.”

My hand tightened on the stake as I glanced toward the ledge. “Maybe not, but I don’t have to worry about you hurting anyone else right now either. We’re alone.”

“And that should make you much more wise.” He lifted his chin, the dark strands of his hair brushing his shoulders. “I could do anything I wanted to you and there would be no one, including you, to stop me.” Those words sent chills down my spine. Several seconds passed and then his icy smile returned. “Goodbye. For now.”

The air around him seemed to distort, and in a heartbeat the large raven was back. Spreading its long and broad wings, it swooped back over the ledge and disappeared from sight.

I drew in a shaky breath as I slowly lowered the stake.

Rushing to the ledge, I placed a hand on the cool stone and leaned over. The roar of wind caught the loose strands of my hair and blew them back from my face. I don’t even know why I tried to look. I already knew what I was going to see.

There. On the roof of a dark SUV was Val, arms and legs splayed in broken, unnatural ways.

Val was dead.

~

Numbing instinct took over. I knew I had to get away from the hotel without being seen, and that wasn’t going to be easy considering I’d run into the hotel, chasing Val . . . the woman who was dead outside.

Oh God.

Emotion clogged my throat as I raced down the stairs and then entered one of the hotel hallways, making my way to an elevator. Luckily, I didn’t need a card to use it. I pulled my hair up, twisting it into a knot. The lobby was full of people crowding the glass revolving doors. Squeezing past them, I slipped out onto Canal and headed right, ignoring all the sounds—what the people were seeing, the shocked gasps, the sirens. Once I was back on Bourbon, I pulled out my phone. I started to call Ren, but since he hadn’t texted me, I knew he was still busy. In a weird, detached daze, I decided not to bother him. I knew I had to report this, so I searched for David’s number and hit SEND as I blindly made my way down the street.

David answered on the fourth ring. “What.”

He always answered like that. What. Not a question but a demand. For some reason, hearing something so familiar settled the tight knots building in my stomach. “It’s Ivy.”

“Sort of figured that out when the caller ID showed your name,” he replied dryly. “What’s going on?”