Heart of an Assassin (Circle of Spies) (16 page)

Edith rapped her cane on the floor. “We gave you the best of what we had—our boys. Malcolm saved your life. Will gave up his precious time to train you and this is what we get in return? You break into our house and sneak into our study to spy and steal?” She pointed her finger at me and accusation stung her words. “I shared my lemon bars with you.”

I lowered my head and played with my fingernails. Would they even try to understand my reasoning? And I wasn’t about to correct that she, in fact, never shared her lemon bars.

Bartholomew cleared his throat. “We’ve debated this long enough. Why don’t we let Will have her and be done with it.”

“Need we be so harsh?” Janelle asked. “I mean she is just a young girl. Maybe we should let her talk.”

Will stepped forward from the shadows and sat on the corner of the desk.

“Young girl?” he scoffed. “When a young girl ruins the plans and infiltrates the top assassin family in the country I’d say she’s not the innocent anymore.” He turned to me, his eyes like small black holes, looking at me but not seeing. “Considering your ancestry we never should’ve given you a chance. We won’t make the same mistake again.”

The whole family murmured in agreement except Malcolm. He stayed silent, brooding from his spot where he leaned against the wall. He knew me better than that. But would he stick up for me?

“If you’d let me explain,” I stated, trying to hide the fear.

“Not a good idea, dear,” Janelle said, shutting me up.

Will crossed his arms. “It’ll be my pleasure to eliminate the enemy.”

The fear lacing my veins turned to anger and burned until I couldn’t keep quiet. “Okay, that’s enough. You guys weren’t kind enough to do anything.” My legs trembled. “You didn’t take me in out of the kindness of your heart. That’s crazy and you all know it. First, I wasn’t really given a choice. When Will offered my family protection what was I supposed to say? No?”

Malcolm stiffened. I was glad he was here. He needed to know the facts. That I ran out on him not because I didn’t like his plan or like him but I needed to follow through with my end of the deal so my family would be safe, so Constance would keep breathing.

I stepped closer to Will and as soon as I did all fear burned away, leaving me with the sword of truth and all I had to do was plunge it into their fabrication of twisted truths. I didn’t let his glare unnerve me.

“And I was also offered training. Yes, I got into shape with some early morning runs and I learned some defensive moves, but then it stopped. Like you all planned to invite the enemy into your home, throw her some bones and then use her for her connections.” I hesitated, wondering if I should reveal my thoughts behind their motivation. What the hell. “And you used me to bring your son home.”

They all looked surprised and Edith gasped. “Bull rubbish, I say.”

“No. It’s the truth and you know it,” I stated.

Bartholomew stroked his mustache and Janelle twisted her hands. Edith rubbed the top of cane and narrowed her eyes.

“That’s right. At first, I thought you used me for my inside track with Constance but you didn’t need me. Then Malcolm waltzed back into your home my first day of training. Coincidence? I think not.” My confidence shot up and I felt like Sherlock Holmes or Ms. Marple about ready to break the case. “You hoped he’d return to watch over me, and you were right.” I watched with satisfaction at the guilt that crept across their faces and the way they held themselves as if they were crawling back into their bodies. “But that’s not where this ends.”

“Oh no? Ms. Smartypants?” Edith said. “Well, please, don’t keep us in suspense.”

“I know Robert hired you to take care of Constance. But then you guys got greedy. You realized that Constance might be onto something with this map. And after I did all the dirty work, Will whisked in, killed a man in cold blood and stole the map.”

“Pfft. That’s nonsense, girl,” Bartholomew said. “We don’t kill anyone like that. It goes against the family code.”

Will’s eyes were like a red-hot laser beam, penetrating me, wanting to kill on the spot. The truth had been laid out as if on a rock of sacrifice, and anyone could see it and feel it pulsing with life. Will had broken the family code.

Edith broke in, her words sharp. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

I shook my head, studying the wizened old woman who had been my nemesis, but also the one who’d finally told me the truth about the list and the real danger it represented to our families. “Sadly, no. It took the people in my life to help me realize what was going on because I was too close to see the truth. You laughed. You helped me learn to laugh during the moments in life when nothing seems to be going right.” My voice cracked. “And for that I will always be thankful.”

My words settled on them and they squirmed. Janelle broke down in a sob and moved forward to hug me. “Oh, dear we’re thankful too.”

“Mother.” With the one word from Will, Janelle backed away, wiping her eyes.

“And that’s why I’m here,” I said.

“This is ridiculous,” Will said. “We shouldn’t be listening to this. She’s working her charm on all of you again.”

“No, let her continue,” Malcolm said, speaking for the first time.

My heart surged with hope. “Earlier at the masque, Robert stole the map back from Constance. The same map that I’m assuming Will stole from him.”

“You’ve mentioned that,” said Will dryly.

“Robert thought he’d killed Constance, but in the final moments of his death, Constance whispered his dying secrets to me.”

I paused, appreciating that the gleam in their eyes was one of curiosity and not I’m-about-to-kill-you. I lowered my voice for dramatic effect. “The map is fake and only I know the true whereabouts of the secret room, and,” I struck a finger in the air and spoke louder, “that is where we will find the list.”

Edith licked her lips and led the charge. “What do you want? Money? Gold? Jewels? Obviously you’re here with some bargaining power.” Her family nodded in agreement.

Here was my chance to stop this silly feud and bring safety to my family. “I propose we work together to find the list, destroy it, then come to a truce and go our separate ways.”

After an uncomfortable silence, Bartholomew motioned the family closer. They conferred in a huddle. Their voices raised and lowered in passionate disagreement. Will’s voice was louder than the others, and he clearly didn’t trust me. Edith chirped in here and there, but overall, I had no idea what their final decision would be.

Finally, they separated, and Bartholomew stepped forward.

“We accept,” he said. “But if there is any betrayal on your end, the truce is over.”

I nodded, and we shook hands. They didn’t waste time and huddled around Bartholomew’s desk. He led the team.

“We cross by boat, dropping anchor far enough out that they can’t see us. Then we swim.” Bartholomew glanced around the room as if suspicious of spies. “We separate and infiltrate from different points. We’ll each have a copy of the map and hope that one of us makes it inside. After three hours, we meet back at the boat. No taking chances.”

“I hate to burst the bubble, but we don’t exactly look like monks,” I said. This plan sounded so crazy and full of holes.

Janelle reassured me. “We’ll carry our costumes in a dry bag. We’ll melt right in.”

“Basically, it’s each man for himself to leave the building and make it back to the boat.” Malcolm drew the outline of the monastery on a piece of paper. “We’ll work in teams and hope we all make it out alive.”

My throat and lips became dry. It wouldn’t take all of us to infiltrate the monastery and I didn’t want it to seem like an attack. “No.”

They all turned their heads, their faces puzzled, twisted into a question as to why I thought I could plan better than Bartholomew.

“Just Malcolm and I. We’ll sneak in and then leave with the list and swim back out to the boat.”

Will scoffed, his mocking laughter spurting out. “And why do you think that would work better, Savvy Bent? Please, enlighten us.”

“We don’t want it to seem like an attack. The more of us there are, the more likely they’ll spot us. But Will can monitor the grounds and we can communicate with him if there’s any trouble. And I trust Malcolm with my life.”

“What if you run into trouble?” Janelle asked, probably more for my benefit than theirs.

“I know for sure I’m not killing anyone,” I stated. If I was going to work with a family of assassins then that had to be established right away. “So we’ll have to get creative. I’m sure we can manage.”

“Savvy,” Janelle said gently, “we don’t take someone’s life for fun or because they stand in our way. There are other means to stopping an enemy.”

“That’s right,” Bartholomew said. Then he handed out black pens.

“What? Is this some kind of secret video recorder?” I asked. Because I knew it couldn’t be just a regular pen with ink.

Bartholomew pointed the pen at the wall and clicked the top of the pen. Small electrified streaks of light poured out the tip. “It won’t kill, but if you place it against the skin or close to it, the zap should stun him long enough that you can escape.”

I tucked it away in my pocket. Sweet. Hopefully I wouldn’t ever have to use it on anyone in this room. Bartholomew and Will stood to go, already discussing plans, in their element, their faces animated. An invisible burst of energy entered the room as the family nailed down the itty-bitty details of the mission.

I stood on the fringes as the family delved into assigning jobs in preparation to leave. Will would secure a motorboat since Malcolm’s went kaboom into the great night sky. Janelle would pull the robes from their seemingly endless costume supply, and Edith would route the getaway, just in case. My job was the map and I didn’t need to do anything but remember.

As soon as the plans were made and everyone was ready, we rushed out to the waiting car and zoomed down to the waterfront. The boat waited for us and we slipped through the darkness and climbed aboard.

With Bartholomew at the wheel, the boat sped through the water into the swirling darkness. The buzz of the motor drowned my thoughts but matched my nerves, which were at full throttle.

Time dragged on and yet it went by so quickly that when the anchor dropped, I was surprised. Will climbed down into the water first, then Malcolm and I. We had a dry bag strapped to our leg with our monk’s robes. The cool water took my breath away but I went in without complaint. Then we were cutting through the choppy water at a slow but steady pace. Something I never could’ve done a month ago.

I kept my breathing at a constant pace, spitting out any water that sloshed into my mouth. The predawn glow reflected a path on the water that led to the monastery on the nearing shore looming over me. My heart beat faster.

Malcolm stood before I realized we were close. My feet touched solid ground and Will, Malcolm and I pushed silently through the gentle waves onto the rocky shore.

Were the monks kneeling at their beds or in the chapel by flickering candlelight? They were probably planning out their ultimate revenge and our timely deaths. I gritted my teeth together until my jaw ached. This would end tonight. I’d walk away with the list that condemned my family one way or the other.

Once on dry land and away from the shore where we could be easily spotted, we headed across the sparse grass. We hid in the shadows provided by the monastery and peeled off our wetsuits.

Except, when the suit flopped to the ground at my feet, I shivered. It felt like my last layer of defense, that my armor I’d been hiding behind for the last hour was gone. Wind pricked at my skin and the air smelled like rain.

Will spoke first. “Are you sure you remember?”

I nodded then focused on unrolling the robes from my dry bag and tucking the pen into the pocket. My mind was already searching the hidden cobwebbed corridors of the monastery while my heart was remembering Malcolm’s boat exploding all over the beach, the flames eating up the sky, and the dark waters that I’d thought consumed him. The night our relationship changed forever.

We donned the robes, the rough material scratching at my still wet skin.

“Hey, are you okay?” Malcolm asked as he took in the monstrous building shadowing us, his eyes still not wandering my way.

I nodded, unable to bring up any words, not even to fake it for his sake or to hide my real fear, that at some point I’d lose him. Questions I had for Malcolm niggled at me, urging me to speak out and find the truth about that night. What if something went wrong on this mission? If God forbid the worst happened, I needed the truth. But when I went to pull on his arm, my arm wouldn’t move, stuck by my side. He turned with a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

When the moon moved behind a cloud so I couldn’t see the contours of Malcolm’s face or read his expression, the words I wanted to speak stuck in my throat.

Will interrupted, the disgust dripping off his words. “We shouldn’t really waste time with small talk. You two need to get going. I’ll be here on the outside, waiting. Please try and stay alive. This should be simple.”

I saluted Will and then slid between the shadows of the monastery and the few trees while keeping close to the side wall, glad for an escape. I let my fingers run across the ancient stones, not wanting to accidentally pass anything. If Malcolm questioned my methods or doubted my memory, he kept them to himself. Once I reached the back of the monastery, and I couldn’t find the change in the stones, I panicked.

Constance had said there would be a definite change in the stones; the once almost-even wall would turn broken and choppy, different stones jutting out as if not wedged in all the way, a mistake by the builders. But it wasn’t a mistake. It was planned. Just as I was about to turn and study the wall, there it was, a definite transition. The hewn rocks became more uneven, enough for hands and feet to climb it.

I stopped and didn’t dare look up or I might change my mind. With a few wraps of the robes, I girded them between my legs so I could climb without tripping. One false move and I’d go splat. Malcolm still didn’t say anything but copied my motions. Slowly, bit by bit, we climbed the rock face. The rough stone passed beneath my fingers and feet.

Halfway up, I slowed, searching. Finally I stopped and forced myself to look up ahead. The end of a rope ladder swung in the gentle breeze. The fibers were dirty and worn and doubt flickered as to whether this was completely ludicrous and the ropes would tear under our weight.

I climbed past the end of the rope ladder, my fingers cramping, then with a deep breath, swung my leg over onto it and rung by rung continued upwards. Finally at the top I crawled through a window just large enough for a monk who didn’t eat a lot. My stomach scraped across the bottom of it and I felt a hand on my back, pushing me through. Once in, I collapsed onto the floor, panting.

The dank smell that comes from years without sunlight assaulted me. Complete darkness swallowed me at the start of a tunnel that hadn’t been used in centuries, except for Constance. I had no idea how he’d managed to squeeze through that opening, but I understood why he didn’t want to do it again.

A few minutes later, Malcolm flopped down, his hand brushing mine by accident. My heart seized up at the warm feel of his skin against mine. The only sound was our breathing, the only thing I sensed was the heat from our bodies, the only thing I wanted was to be close to him.

We both rolled at the same time and our faces were pushed against each other. Accidentally, his lips pressed again my cheek, catching the side of my mouth. My breath hitched. I pulled away, my heart thudding.

“Savvy,” he said.

As much as I wanted to talk, as much as I missed him desperately, I had to hold it together for the mission. I couldn’t go there.

I turned my head and searched the inky blackness of the tunnel, then pulled away. “Let’s go.”